If you could only be
the places I have been.
If only you could see
the horrors I have seen.

If you had felt their wrath,
that many of us feel
you would never laugh.
You'd then know it was real.

If you had been regressed.
Repressed by all their charms.
Woe of this tempest.
Tormented with alarms.

If you could realise,
if we were safe at home
we never would up-rise,
no reason then to roam.

If things were not as now
my homeland is were I would.
The fields we would plough,
our life could be so good.

Until this comes to pass,
alas, this cannot be,
we exit here en-masse
in order to be free.

These words you would express
if you were in my place.
If all you had was less
would you not join this race?

So you might comprehend,
note, I have nothing to lose.
So please don’t condescend
just walk a mile in my shoes.