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 politically banned 

Let’s be their safe refuge, our sanctuary shared

 

Our history is one of opened hearts and opened doors

Welcoming the bruised, the battered and the refugee

As they escape cruel regimes and brutal wars

Silently with downcast eyes, pleading, ‘’Please Rescue Me.’’