We Sing a Song of Refugees

The northern star will cast a glow

You follow it and pray although,

We do not like what we don't know,

We have no room for you.

We have no extra cloth nor bed

There is no place to rest your head

And do not ask to break our bread,

We have no room for you.

Your home is now a crumbled heap

Your men are dead, your women weep

But that is not for us to reap,

We have no room for you.

The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

Are none of what we fear the most

We have no duty as your host,

We have no room for you.

Avert your eyes and just ignore

The brown skin babies washed ashore

We'll smear the blood on our own doors,

We have no room for you.