One more fool on the long road
One more cart in the convoy
One more day and moonless night
One more disoriented homeless boy

Stowaways on your own bloody ships
Castaways on your very own island
They threw you out like used socks
For all they cared you could go to Thailand!

“They’ll be damned!”, cried the old
“We’ll fight back!”, screamed the young
“Lets go back home, mommy”, nudged a hungry child
“Go to sleep, dear”, a mother tearfully sung

Alas, the young never fought back
And the hungry child never slept
And if the perpetrators were, infact, damned
It never reached the ears of the old who wept

So the town got emptier and emptier
As the voices of the young dropped
And the graveyards got fuller and fuller
As the hearts of the old stopped

Adapt, my dear ailing souls
For you may have a lot to face
This hardship is, but, a friend of yours
This pain you feel is, but, a caress

Another night under a starry black blanket
But sleep is a lost concept now
Gazing in deep reflection on the cool grass
A tear rolls down under a wrinkled brow

Some of you may never find a home
Some of you may never forget your roots
Some of you may never end your journeys
And some of you may never remove your boots!