For Liverpool Is My Home

Ebbing and flowing
Where are you going?
Out to the sea and back
Why would you want to return?
To desolation, bleakness
Some here have lost faith in you
Jobless, downtrodden, bearing no fruit
Reach within if you have a soul
Take flight---some already have
Iíll stay a while; the wife says itíll be a trial
No food on the table, little ones crying for a measly crust of bread
Itís homeÖitís all I know
Am I a coward? Am I afraid to go?
Nay! Nay! Iíll stay
Come what may, Iíll stay
For Liverpool is my home

By Sheila Bernstein