Song of the Exile

I sit in this haven of Humanity

In a sea of selfishness all around

I went outside today

On my way I saw a man

Lying under blankets

It reminded me of the time I spent

Under the Embankment

Sleeping on cardboard

As I’d wandered across

This cold and shallow land

That holds so little for the Irish

Written December 1988

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