Those Who Need Us

Those who need us “Who knocks so quite on, the cloister’s, door A poor waif from a land afar.” The rest of the song is the miasma of years. Many people in this world are born under An unlucky star and seek a place of peace Somewhere in Europa. Europe is not too kind some strangers are Needed to do low-paid work cleaning toilets And vomit caused by those of plenty. We call them criminals when they are Just like you and me, but disadvantaged Of being born at places of strife. We have, no duty, but humanity To lend a helping hand because they Didn’t come to rob us but to work and live There was a time when Europa was poor Many went to bed starving; this can Happen again is all in the luck of the stars