Walking for miles
No end in sight
The cold air bites our skin in the night
From hostile lands
Through hostile water
With no end to this pain in our sights
Once we were there
You and I were once strangers
Lost from ourselves
Yet to learn or discover
We go away
Driven from our lands
By colonial force and repression
Guided by stars
And human kindness
Seeking refuge from the storms all around us
But there's no room at this inn
So go back where you came from
A swarm of rats
Such paranoia
Do we not understand that it's Christmas?
Why do we sing
Sing at all
Sing this Christmas?
That which you do
To the least of my children
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