A Night With Foreign Gods Poem by Thomas Duncky

The sun goes down beyond the lake
Over the tidal horizons of the clear waters
A thousand miles away a soul trembles
They say no night has ever managed to withhold the sun
But babies do die in the pitch darkness of the night
Women do weep and wail in the deadly night
Men’s dreams do get shuttered in the silence of night

Beautiful stars and the entire galaxy
Fail to console the weary asylum seeker today
Far from the beautiful waters of his home soil
The green pasture seeker longs for his home
Beaten, bruised, abused and defeated
The promise was never the truth
The lie of a better life confused
Cocks crow a thousand miles away from home
Yet a soul still shakes and trembles in a foreign soil.