It’s 3 AM, I must be lonely…..
I’m awakened by the sound of fears
Fighting, screaming, many tears.
Too many lost souls roaming the streets
Searching for their one last treat.
Lost from families, lost from homes
Lost from dreams to call their own.
Refugees, Prostitutes, Destitute Lives
Ones who deep down only want to survive.
What are they doing? Why are they here?
Are questions asked only out of fear.
For they are just people, like you and me
Who’ve lost their way, and need help to see.
(South Tel Aviv)