Home for the Holidays

The stranger came
A refugee
One single aim
Sanctuary

No drink, no food
No care she got
No love, no good
Just icy thoughts

In the land of free
And home of brave
An innocent’s plea
Went to its grave

She did no wrong
Injustice huge
A wee child’s song
Found no refuge

So much to learn
No crib, no bed
No wise men either
The child is dead