Escaping the omnipresent shadows,

eluding the sweaty palms of the torturer,

running to shed this sorry skin of shame,

in hiding, here and there, with no one,

yet everyone to silently blame.

 

Leaving the lips once kissed behind,

to a refuge impossible to find,

not a word of sad welcome,

severing all ties the that bind.

 

And then finally off to a new dwelling in a faraway alien land,

reeking and drenched in a foreignness so blatantly bland,

never fitting in, though always dreading being shut out,

singing paeans to hope scribbled in the sand.

 

You left your country, your home, your very own place of being,

you fled, into exile, far away from blinded eyes so unseeing,

and you held to a principle within and you stood resolute,

till the shadows felt themselves in shame fleeing,

 

We salute you! And all like you, and the so many countless more,

into whose flesh the tyrant’s sword so cruelly tore,

 

We salute you! You who fought and you who left to fight,

at home, or on that faraway and distant shore