Homeward Bound
Exiled to distant shores and lands,
No place to call home now,
Drifting wherever the wind blows,
Just wishing I could be homeward bound.
Always living as an exile,
In an uncaring world,
Seeing the worst in humanity,
Just wishing I could be homeward bound.
So as I travel across hostile lands,
Always an exile fighting for survival,
Doomed to this existence until my dying day,
Just wishing I could be homeward bound.
By Christopher Tye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sad poem of the current plight of millions of displaced people? ..........well penned.