REFUGEES

REFUGEES

He sat at the table with unwanted guest,

With the bowls and the kettles around him,

But that didn't account for the sheriff's amount

For the law didn't begin to astound him.

No matter the number who hid 'neath his feet,

No matter the armies surrounding,

The host thought it funny and laughed to himself

For his confidence was astounding.

The national freedom had taken its leave

Like a stowaway lying in a lifeboat,

But he buttered his biscuit with his weapon of choice

And was already wearing his trench coat.

When the time was just right, past the hours of light,

He buttered the sheriff's entrails,

And just he alone led a hundred away

To the ship of the night with black sails.

They followed the course that their freedom had gone,

Despair but a memory behind them,

And when the ship docked amidst crowds shouting cheers,

The seafarers didn't seem to mind them.

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