last, lonely and wretched

you're tired and you're poor

you long to be free

but in this godforsaken land

you find no home

no family

on the many roads that you've wandered

since the day of your birth. you've become one of the last

lonely and wretched. your hair is matted

your face and hands are dirty

and the years that you've toiled

must number somewhere near thirty. the deepening of a sadness

broke finally into madness. you are truly one of the last

lonely and wretched. your eyes are wild and frightening

at the same time they are blessed

and i wonder if god died

turned his back or only just rested. and you walked out on the seventh day

through the big gates and on your way

to become one of the last

lonely and wretched. for once you were a child. your cheeks were red

you were well fed. you laughed and played

till you got teary

ran to your mother

when you were weary. but somewhere you were forsaken

alone i'll not bear the blame

and somehow all was taken

your mind

your body

your name. forgive us our unkindness

our desertion and our blindness

with you

all the last

lonely and wretched. forgive us

all the last

lonely and wretched.