(for the Baktiharis & other refugees)
Criminal?
Depends on your point of view?
We, behind razor wire are depicted as such
Yet all we do is flee
Flee our enemies looking for freedom
Flee our fears, hoping to develop trust
But then
Flee our captors, avoiding beatings
Criminal?
Depends on your point of view?
Those, with power, determine who will touch
This sacred soil, called Australia
Soil, which flows through our fingers
Soil, in which we hope to grow our own vegetables
But then
Soil, red & dusty of detention centres
Criminal ?
Depends on your point of view?
Are you free, or imprisoned – what’s your hunch?
This body, or this soul
You can tie the body, but not bind the soul
Physically separate, but not drag apart like minds
But hen
The body may resist, but the soul withers
Criminal?
Depends on your point of view
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