The Trail To Nowhere Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

We are from all different professions in life, my friends
I my self went to university and study law
My wife to, went to university and study law
My childhood dreams were smashed because of war
Now we are nomads wandering in and out of countries
We have no status, no rights, not even human rights
The man that walked behinds on the trail is a teacher
His wife is a nurse but we are nobodies as we trot along
When nightfall, we sit along with the campfire, remembering
Times when we were happy to be alive, how life changes
The trail tomorrow will lead us to an unwelcoming committee
To an alienated country that looks down on us and our misfortune
Where do we go? Do we keep on until we find some form of kindness?
Does kindness exist any more or it that just an illusion, a mirage in the desert?