Refugees
The banging and the screaming will never leave you.
The yearning in your heart for the home you once knew.
The inch from starvation, your baby's blood on your fingers.
This torturous battle in your mind still lingers.
The rubble, the orange glow of the burning
The smoke rising high in a cloud, churning.
The screaming of your family, the wailing of your friends
This painful tumult never ends.
Aboard a crowded boat or by your blistered feet, you flee
From this feeling of helpless loss you will never be free
The journey is long, too long to have hope
Balancing on a survival tightrope
If you ever get to Australia, this free new land
They will turn you around and tell you
"You are banned."
You will be taken to prison for wanting a new life
In this jail you will face torment and misery and strife.
When you are finally free and safe
Australia declines you as a waif
"You do not belong here", they cry
"Go back to where you came from, you spy"
Welcome to any refugee
As it is our duty
To share our land
The sea and sand
A land for everyone
And anyone.
Lucy Olson