So in that sense, diplomacy and poetry have gone hand in hand for me
Okay. We’ve been running for so long. We are tired. We want to rest. We don’t want to wake up tomorrow and pack our bags. We’ve gone 10,000 miles. We have a cell phone and some bread. Arise, a dry, our breath needs washing. What next? You’re putting up a wall on your Southern flank. What an irony. The country that accepts refugees does not want us. We qualify. We have scars and our host governments hunted at least some of us; the rest fled in fear. Gangs do not spare even the children. White vans took away our uncles, our cousins. Do you think they’d been made into Ploughshares?
Aye what are you saying too easy, too easy to wear our hearts in these words, in slings, on our faces, furrowed perplexed, what happened to kindness to strangers? Why do we have to be herded like prisoners held in a holding camp? We are human beings and like you in safer countries, we have the same obligation to save ourselves and our children. Continue reading Um, this from the Migrant States, which, um, let me see the Migrants Reply