For all the peace we still live in a time of war

Still I believed not that I would feel it so far from it’s core.

Yet one dreary night as I rode through the  snow

A man came on board with nowhere to go.

He was escorted by two policemen who continued to say

Here in this country he wasn’t to stay.

With much discussion, most of it lost in translation

It came through that he was in seek of asylum; a safe location.

While this was a first for my young mind

This war weary continent keeps this story in endless supply.

Land bridges connecting the agony with the west

Bring refugees to live among we who can rest.

So while I wish not to know the story behind those African eyes

It was a subtle reminder we live in restless times.

And so ends an anecdote to war.

Chuck