Glass Houses

You say, go find yourself a new home

But isn't it a bit infantile

To consider yourself the judge

Of someone's rights to start a better life?

Today you say, go find yourself a new home

But tomorrow when you find yourself away

I ask you to stop and think about your prejudice

Because you forgot about something

You're not even native and yet

You've found your way home

It's ironic that people that cast the stones

Are always the first to moan

When the stones are thrown at them