The sad theme song for our time.  It seems that dispossession is the overriding state of existence for so many people as we reach the closure of the first quarter of the first century in the new millennium.   

Migrants fleeing poverty, violence and uncertainty for places that do no want them.
Victims of wars. 
Victims of environmental catastrophies like floods, fires, climate change.
Democracy crumbling.
Citizens of political upheaval and civil strife
Is anyone not touched and dispossessed in some way?

The river is deep and the road is long,
Daylight comes and I want to go home.

Awoke this morning
To find my people's tongues were tied
And in my dreams
They were given books to poison their minds.

The river is deep and the mountain high,
How long before the other side.

We are their mortar,
Their building bricks and their clay.
Their gold teeth mirror
Both our joys and our pain.

The river is deep and the ocean wide,
Who will show us how to read the signs.

The earth is our mother
She taught us to embrace the light,
Now the lord is master
She suffers an eternal night.
You blocked up my ears,
You plucked out my eyes,
You cut out my tongue,
You fed me with lies,

Oh lord.