Song of the Refugee Road

     Refugee road, refugee road
     Where do I go from here?
     Weary my feet! Heavy the road!
     My heart is filled with fear.
     The ones I left far behind—
​​​​​​​​​          Home nowhere!
     Dark winds of trouble moan through my mind
​​​​​​​​​          None to care!
     Bitter my past! Tomorrow—What’s there?
     Refugee road! Refugee road!
     Where do I go from here?
     Walking down the refugee road.
     Must I beg? Must I steal?
     Must I lie? Must I kneel?
     Or driven like dumb war-weary sheep,
     Must we wander the high road and weep?
     Or will the world listen to my appeal?
From China where the war gods thunder and roar.
From all the dark lands where freedom is no more.
Vienna, city of lights and gladness,
Once gay with waltzes, now bowed in sadness.
Dark Ethiopia, stripped of her mirth.
Spain, where the shells plant steel seeds in the earth.
Oh, Statue of Liberty, lighting tomorrow,
Look! And have pity on my sorrow:
          Home nowhere! None to care!
          Bitter my past! Tomorrow—what’s there?
          Refugee road! Refugee road!
          Where do I go from here?
          Walking down the refugee road.