We are old bones

We are old bones

With no homes

There is no place

For refugees with the blues

Nothing ever changes

Fingers point

Passports are not renewed

Identities are revoked

Dignity is stolen

Transport is denied

Aliens on this earth

Displaced

Square pegs

Fractured statistics

We are blameless

As an old poet said

There is no haven

No eden

No open arms

Of welcome

No safe harbour

Warm bosom

Nor loving embrace

To steal away the pain.

Stay away boys

Stay away

Go home, they say

Go home

Leave me in peace

They say

Flee if you must

Leave the blood and dust

To find a better way

But stay away

From my gladrags and balls

My boudoirs

Sitting rooms

And my fine halls

Stay away, my boys

Be gone.