As part of the inside out CAPA competitions at Uni, I wrote the following poem with the hope that it would shed some light on what asylum seekers, including children have come through to reach our country. Then what do we do, but shove them in detention, without any possible hope for a good future in out country.
I hope that when you look at asylum seekers, you would look with compassion, and understand what they see.
Dave.
Do you see what I see
Do you want to see what I see.
The mud the blood
Broken bodies on the ground
My family is not to be found
Death and fire all around
Do you hear what I hear
Do you want to hear what I hear
The guns the bombs
Echo in the night
And fill me with terror and fright
They give me nightmares each night
Do you smell what I smell
Do you want to smell what I smell
The chemicals the flesh
Smoke rising in the sky
Sometimes causes me to cry
And makes me wonder why
Do you feel what I feel
Do you want to feel what I feel.
I’m scared alone
In detention on my own
My future is unknown
When will kindness finally be shown
Do you see what I see
