Like refugees demented people flee
They have no plans no place where they can be
In my nightmares I have felt like this
No surrounding arms to bring us bliss
The fear which seems irrational is not so
Would you be patient with no place to go?
Lucky refugees may find a home.
The elderly are lost, they scream and moan
Help me help me like a child they call.
There is no Eden after that great Fall
They long for death, the home they’re in appalls
Where is the Ark to rescue these lost souls?
They have nothing left to pay the toll
Mother father husband and young wife
Confusion takes the meaning from a life.
They do not pray because they are locked out
No church no Mass, no priest,no rites,but doubt.
The piteous hands held out for us to grasp
We turn away, unbearable the task