One people
I will not fight, I will not stand
For border, nor for any land
I need not know, am not concerned
Your place of birth or language learned
Too many wars are fought, too many die
Over province, pride, triumphal lie
I will not guard, I will not bar
The stranger landed from afar
They need a home, and wish to settle
Want to work, to show their metal
We can only profit from their work
Whether labourer, nurse or office clerk
You should not hunker safely down
To protect and shield your hometown
Look outward and welcome all the new
Who may enrich whate'er you do
Then they may live within our sphere
And raise their lovely children here
They may never learn the native diction
This may be choice, not dereliction
You should not force your homeland view
They have their culture just like you
Let the magic of our land, our nation
Embrace their souls with jubilation
keith jeffries
Sat 17th Feb 2018 19:54
Chris,
a well constructed poem which echoes my sentiments so completely. It encapsulates the Christian response to the stranger amongst us. Thank you indeed for this.
Keith