A refugee that’s me; my country goodbye: <br />For the fear of a prison gate from you I fly. <br />So full of hope and looking back no more <br />I landed safe and sound on Ireland’s shore. <br /> <br />I had to run away like the frightened hare <br />For their laws had an iron grip back there; <br />Then happy times were ended there for me, <br />Exiles here, my family and I would ever be. <br /> <br />It’s great for me to live in peace each day- <br />This country is so wonderful in every way; <br />But I am left to cope with not a job to do: <br />While others work it’s for the dole I queue. <br /> <br />Though you know my nationality and name, <br />This State on you I wish to lay the blame <br />Of not allowing me to work and not to see, <br />That you were not allowing me my dignity. <br /> <br />Back in Eastern Europe I earned my bread, <br />I plied my trade with pride it could be said; <br />Then persecution from police for me began- <br />The rule of force ruined the rights of man. <br /> <br />The State should be to us as father is to son, <br />But sadly that’s not always true for everyone; <br /> I’m hoping that the Department of Justice <br />Will send out one day a letter to welcome us. <br /> <br />Our time will come and very soon they say! <br />May Day, May Day, roll on the first of May! <br />After that we are promised work permission- <br />That will lead the way to my self expression. <br /> <br />We’ll join up the Europe of money and drive <br />With a membership card of Club Twenty five; <br />Never to have to look over our shoulder again <br />Or to think that our status was a shame or a sin. <br /> <br />Thank God for my friends, too many to name, <br />They were kind to me since the first day I came; <br />No one is a stranger to those people I mention: <br />All treated like brothers with care and attention. <br /> <br />Oh at last it’s the beginning of Summer, “Oh! , ” <br />So “I’ll tune my fiddle and I’ll resin my bow''. <br />I’ll be getting my own job with a fine daily pay- <br />Faraway from my home in the East; faraway.<br /><br />Matt Mooney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/club-25/
