The Boat People
The scales of justice weigh
Against these people. In jail they stay.
No suicide, no refusal to ea
Will soften hearts of procedural defeat.
The stench that is racism is conveyed
And scorn of Human Rights displayed.
So, let’s suppose you fled from here
In leaky boat from regime of fear,
Where many die upon the way?
You reach a foreign sandy bay,
Are jailed in a God-forsaken place –
A common criminal’s fate you face.
Your wife, your children, suffer too.
Is this the fate you would choose for you?
And though you may cry bitter tears
No freedom will you see for years.
These views of hatred, rejection, fear?
Reject those evil words you hear!