The Sudanese

The day was warm and sunny with scarcely any breeze
He stood out of the sunshine in the cool shade of the trees
A dark, brown eyed man trim and athletic looking well over two metres tall
The white people standing near him to say the least seemed small.

The sad look of nostalgia was in his dark brown eyes
Perhaps his distant village in Sudan he often visualize
As it was before the war began and he was forced to flee
And arrive in this great Country as a boat refugee.

His kindred back in Sudan he wonders where are they
He has not seen them since they fled their looted Village from them he lives far today
A victim of sad circumstance one of the boat refugees
Yet there was something noble about the tall Sudanese.

A life this far from his Homeland is something he had not planned
Our ways and different culture to his for him hard to understand
And yet you won't find many who are quite as brave as he
To get this far from his Homeland many hard times he did see.

The rock band in the sunshine in the town park echoed loud
In the shade the dark man stood there the tallest in the crowd
The day was warm and sunny around 28 degrees
But the one face i remember belong to a Sudanese.