Could I Be A Refugee? Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Could I be a Refugee?
By Mai Venn

Who has not suffered from the pain and humiliation of rejection?
Take a moment to stroll down memory lane for some reflection
Ah yes, I remember the first time as I waited in that long queue
That long line outside the emigration office, waiting for a clue

To know whether we stay or not, our dreams of hope waiting for a reply
For this land of gold and honey where the Celtic tiger made the money
Has become so full of greed, where are the saints and scholars gone?
For wise men know that wisdom belongs to you and I and everyone

Did you come from the wrong side of town and someone dislikes you
A well, I know that feeling for I have been there, so what do you do
Grin and bear it or stand up and face the foe and let him know
You have the right to respect, the right to come, the right to go.

I hope one day that change will come and give a fresh new start.
Where there will be equality, freedom, and kindness in every heart.
When the colures of the rainbow are seen for the beauty that they are.
When the people of the world come together from near and far.

It makes no difference if your black or white or if you are rich or poor
African, Bulgarian, Canadian, Danish there a welcome at this door
If you Jewish, Muslin, Catholic, Protestant, Hindu, or nothing at all.
If you have been in prison or in exile feels free to come in and call

United we will stand together race and creed alike under the sky above
Accepting each other nationally and culture, offering friendship and love,
I had a Dream; the famous words once spoke by Martin Luther King
A last, now lets hear the voice of harmony as we begin to sing