Song for the refugee. (looking for a tune)

At all our ports and borders
There’s a waiting refugee.
He follows all our orders
And asks for clemency.
He’s come to this country
And what do we do?
And what do we do?

He may have run from fighting,
From death or genocide.
He hopes that we’ll invite him in,
Allow him to reside.
He’s come to this country
And what do we do?
And what do we do?

He may have fought for freedoms
Or just to stay alive.
He may have fled the slums
To find a way to thrive.
He’s come to this country
And what do we do?
And what do we do?

He left behind his family,
His home, his lover, friends .
He trades his sweetest memory
-He’ll go to any ends.
He’s come to this country
And what do we do?
And what do we do?

He spent a fortune coming
Buying tickets, forgery;
For documents and bribing,
For leaking boats at sea.
He’s come to this country
And what do we do?
And what do we do?

He gets here broken, penniless,
Weighed down with expectation.
In sorrow and distress
He asks to join our nation.
He’s come to this country
And what do we do?
And what do we do?

Now the ones that make it here
Are just the very few.
So many ‘disappear’
Or never make it through.
They’ve come to this country
And what do we do?
And what do we do?

The tabloids counsel fear of them:
“They’re terrorists and loungers
Let’s keep our country clear of them
They’re border-frauders, scroungers.”
They come to this country
And what do we do?
And what do we do?

The politicians just agree
And fight to show they’re not naiive
They close their ears to every plea
And do thier best to dis-believe.
They come to this country
Oh what do we do?
Oh what do we do?

With border guards and visas
We keep them at the gate.
With Kafkaesque procedures
We calmly obfuscate.
They come to this country
Oh what do we do?
Oh what do we do?

In deportation prisons
We lock them day and night.
With insufficient reasons
We deny their basic rights.
They come to this country
Oh what do we do?
Oh what do we do?

We let the courts adjudicate
The lengthy process stokes their fears
They wait and wait and wait and wait,
They often wait for years.
They come to this country
Oh what do we do?
Oh what do we do?

So few we give our sanctuary
So many we repel
They came and begged our mercy
We sent them back to hell
They came to this country
And this is what we did.
And this is what we did.

Not proud to be British
In fact I am ashamed.
And when the day of reckoning comes
It’s us that will be blamed.
Not proud to be British
In fact I am ashamed
In fact I am ashamed.

We like to think that slavery
Departed years ago.
But it is very clear to me
There’s still a way to go.
Not proud to be British
In fact I am ashamed.
In fact I am ashamed.

We’ve scored the earth with lines
Of colour, race and creed
But it ain’t ours to thus define
With lines protecting greed
Not proud to be British
In fact I am ashamed.
In fact I am ashamed.

We think the lines will keep us safe
Protected, rich, apart.
But really they just make us chafe
And stiffen up the heart.
Not proud to be British
In fact I am ashamed.
In fact I am ashamed.

Now we’re the ones to change all this
I’m talking you and me
Don’t kid yourself you’re powerless
And help to set them free.
Lets find a way to do this thing
With generosity
Oh generosity

(I’d like to set this to music. If anyone is able to help with this, or knows anyone who might be willng I’d love to know)

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