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The Crossing
A drifting dinghy in the shed tear of a storm’s cry
Souls crouched desperately frightened beneath bedraggled rags
They seek a future: We have one to give, and that’s why
Our safe refuge is undetermined by their tattered flags
Don’t consider them foreigners from a foreign land
They are pitiful parents, young children who need our care
To be warmly welcomed, not pol...
Thursday 5th October 2023 8:39 pm
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