He Was

He was – and many more are like him now
Searching for a place of rest
As he had once followed plough
And gazed upon the thrush’s nest
So many more have held employ
Known the warmth of family joy

He left asylum to wander roads
Aiming for a home he knew
Still I see others bearing his load
And every month another new
Some wounded by the life we lead
Others feeling that they’ve been freed

I know these should not be hidden
Imprisoned as though there’d been a crime
No one welcomes the madness unbidden
But these are witnesses to our time
For any land that cannot protect the weak
Has little good for us to speak

Cardinal Cox wrote this while Poet Laureate of Peterborough in 2003 and, unfortunately, feels it is still relevant today.