Where does he come from

and what has he seen

in his land where battles are bloody and mean

and dust and chaos are in his  land

and famine and death walk hand in hand

and here in this rich country of mine

I look on his face and sadness I find

for his eyes are distant

and they stare at space

looking so blank in this beautiful place

and I see he is lost in the trouble he's seen

in that  place he has left and once had been

and I wonder if all his family are there

in that dusty land where no skin is fair

and riches are nil to the average man

and corruption and power yeild a butchering hand

and the meek souls of most are downtrodden and maimed

and the innocent poor are the ones who are blamed

and he stands on this train

in my rich lawful land

and my heart sees his pain

as in silence I stand

and I wonder how far he must travel to find

that this country who saved him...longs to free too his  mind.