She travels with a stick in hand,

the only possession of hers.

She leads the poor to The Distant Land.

She scans the faces she might never again see, and

brushing away the tears that threaten to spill,

she travels on with a stick in hand.

Their eyes long for their home,

the one they do not know they will not see again.

She leads the poor to the Distant Land,

to share their common sorrows.

Her body weak and fragile with tears,

she travels with a stick in hand.

To where children play in the lush green fields,

and people have no memories to lament upon,

she leads the poor to the Distant Land.

With a parade of hungry, penniless souls,

she travels with a stick in hand,

and leads the poor to the Distant Land.