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I used to have a soul

These bars so solid

As I lay awake

I cannot move

I start to shake

I wonder what

Did I ever do?

Who I hurt?

I have no clue

Bound in chains

To never leave

Held in solitude

Just to please

Weak and malnourished

Hardley fed

Eaten by bed bugs

This sorry bed

As light shines in

My capture arrives

I wish they would kill me

This life so deprived

But they just look at me

No pity or shame

What’s on their mind?

What is their game?

I used to have a soul

Its spirit just left

It pitied me

Thought it would be best

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I will remember him

I watched him pulling up in his expensive car

I had seen him driving slow from afar

I offered to clean, with my water and rag

The window opened and there was a young lad

He had a toy tractor, yellow and green

This amazing toy my eyes had never seen

He let me play with it for a second or two

He smiled at me, then offered it too

I was so happy, by this boy’s geste

I searched my affairs with behest

I shared a sweet that mother had made

He ate with me, it made my day

The car drove off, he waved goodbye

I will remember him, till the day I die


1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Fight to survive

The stench of them, escapees, days it has been

In the boat, it’s horrific scenes

Piss, sweat, blood and tears

Silence wearily breeding fear

Little water, no food left

Weak pushed overboard, laid to rest

They’ve paid their money to board the boat

It’s a wonder it has stayed afloat

Coming up to land, they see it there

They start to overcome their despair

“Out of the boat” someone cries

Pushed into the water by the other guys

Winded, swallowing water now

You are submerged, pushed down, and how

You try to fight with others around you

All of you battling to breathe too

You hear shouting, just muffled sounds

You feel other people’s bodies all around

You come to the surface and catch your breath

It seems like you have passed the test

You look around in the water near you

Drowned bodies in a sea of death stew

This is the freedom you have seeked

Only for the strong, not the weak

You swim for the shore, as hard as you can

What will you do? What will be your plan?

It’s still so far, so far away

Will you reach it? Get there today?

You push and push, more and more

You start to touch the sea floor

Exhausted, emotional, you reach the land

You feel the ground, the wet sand

You start to cry, you’re an emotional mess

To survive all that, you must have been blessed

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The immigrant

5. For my son

Sometimes I wish i could continue walking for an eternity

Searching forever for light

But knowing even if I crossed chasms

Seas and mountains

To the furthest reach of the world

I would never again find light

Because light has left me

And darkness will surround me


My son

I have only a photo

And the memories in my mind

If I was to ever lose them

Every time I close my eyes

I see him playing with his marbles

Eating his favourite food

Kissing his mother

Itching his arm when he wanted something

I still remember his voice

His sweet voice

His laugh when I told him a joke

I even miss seeing how he cried

When we comforted him

My god, you will decide for me

When it will be time

When I can hold my son’s hand again

I remember seeing those bastards

How they laughed

Down by the river bank

Pissing in the water

I took a discarded rifle

And I took aim

There were three of them

I could feel the air

Whistling ever so softly

I laid down on my chest

Out of their view

But close enough

I positioned myself

My breath faint

My eyes dry from the tears

I will make you suffer you fucks

And it won’t be quick

I had lost my family

My son

My reason to live

I focused on the one with his gun

For my family you fuck


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The immigrant

4. The computer screen

The computer screen blinks at me

Dusty keys touched by many hands

As if inviting me

Studying my reflection

Wondering if he has replied

I think about him often

Long lost and close

I could finally speak to him

Forever it seems he was distant

Now I could touch him again

Hold him in my arms

To tell him that I love him

But what will he think of me?

Would he be dissapointed?

Unable to protect his mum

A shell of myself

Unwanting for pity or shame

I cannot bear to look

Or be looked at

Not today or any day…

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