Refugee

I am a wanderer
In a strange land,
As a foreign outcast
From their society
I'm strictly banned,
I do not talk their talk
Or walk their walk,
I am the very essence
Of an alien presence,
I fled my land
For it's on a killing spree,
I came here to find liberty,
What shall I do?
Where can I go?
Will anyone tell me?
I do not know...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz