The long way home - can't stop thinking of the day laborers who went walking home in the lockdown...

THE LONG WAY HOME

A dusty road takes my steps along; To none left behind do I belong

One among many vanishing feet; no place I can find to earn my keep

Cannot get paid for fear of the germ; drinking wine while they know we run

Cut from its thread like a kite; we’re still hurting from the bite

Sinking and swinging; floating but no mingling

Thousands yet alone; each step is going home

We walk forward to leave; No more bricks for us to heave

We built the gates they closed on us; What if we don’t return don’t catch that bus?

I have no food no water; I carry two clothes my daughter.

I go to heed the call of my land; I have no fear I have given my hand.

There is no way no bus no train; I need no seat no more the crane;

The land of gold I came broke stone but see their apathy I must go home

The warnings I ignore, the troubles we all bore

To walk those many miles no worry; but I cannot stop I have to hurry

The call I heed in my spirit I hold; my way home to my heart of gold.

Hope is my river my road song; I take a step forward another along.

Forgotten feet leaving in the dark but some cared and made a mark

Water food and rest while we wait; For an opening which way to take

I didn’t read the article can’t touch that unseen particle

All we know for belonging we roam; any road we take is a long way home.

Any road we take is a long way home.

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