HOMEWARD AND FACELESS The fateful year of Twenty Twenty, An abysmal ebb for humanity, An unseen foe turned the breath toxic, Thousands succumbed, and millions fell sick. The ravaged lives of sons of the soil, Who earned a living by sweat and toil, In promising lands, far from home. Now homeless and hungry they roam. Pushed to the brink of existence, A true test of their persistence. On a long and perilous homeward sojourn, Their skin blistered by sunburn. Everyday is a trial to pass, Travelling nor first, nor second but ‘cattle’ class, Packed into trucks, or walking in the sun, Some perished , by vehicles overrun. Its not alms, but compassion they need, A shelter to repose, and a hand that can feed, Betrayed by circumstance and by destiny, Let they not be disowned by their own country, What throbs inside us, and them is the same life, With a touch of compassion, shall we soothe their strife Life doesn’t give many chances to play God, Lets be their lifebuoy , feeding them , and giving an abode. #yqbaba #covid19 #migrantworkers
