Refugees

 

I have a photograph from a magazine

which countless readers must have seen

A father and son walking along

followed by a familial throng

 

They walk along a country lane

as it is about to rain

A group of refugees without a home

they wander in a land quite unknown

 

Apart from a few bags and cases

they have lost all except their senses

Truly alone in a foreign land

they form a sad and lonely band

 

This is one family of many

who have lost every single penny

Their faces speak of their desperate plight

as they press on into the fading light

 

They are weary and footsore

and have not broken any law

All they want is a home together

and be with each other now and forever

 

This photograph is on my wall

and believe me, it says it all