Faces on a Bus

Orphans on a bus

And on their own

Who do I belong to?

Where’s my home?

Escaping from Ukraine

Have to start again

Heading now for Scotland

Where is that?

 

I have felt an orphan in my time

Taken from my family

A child a child a crime

But that does not compare

With what we are seeing here

Children absolutely alone

 

My parents though now dead

Are still with me

I feel their presence

They live in memory

The love they gave me

Lingers down the years

I turn to them for comfort

In my fears

 

But orphans have to make it on their own

They don’t belong

They don’t have a home

Until a loving person

Walking in the door

Can offer them security

And please God so much more

 

Brian Fahy

11 March 2022

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