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asylum seeker

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Asylum seeker

 

I saw the holes in your head

Those kind of photographs don’t lie

The result of barbarity beyond my reason.

I saw your face through the bars

Of a tropical torture chamber

My eyes do not know how to look now.

Your body is silently screaming

And my mind and my mouth are on shut down

I want to say it is all past and know it.

Instead you and I will share nightmares now

Are yours less because mine are more

I really hope so.

◄ spring

they came ►

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