Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.

The chubby cheeked child pressed his teary 

face against the cold metal box, then deeply

burrowed to find the breast, that nurtured 

him, empty as his mother’s body struggled 

with starvation instead of promised salvation.

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The pieces of silver exchanged brought her

hope of a golden place; where work was to

be in plenty, where people lived in safety

and her beautiful child educated, a rated,

respected man of hard work and honour.

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Crushed together someone called on their

God to help, but no avenging angel winging

to their aid. Someone tried beating through

steely sides, but they had no tools only tired 

debilitated bodies and no space to move.

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Someone found voice and cried for help,

but no one heard, they feared none cared.

she heard someone gasp and fall and knew

another body lay like an Autumn leaf and

each of them will fall to rot in this hole of hell.

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Listening they heard a vehicle pass by and

cursed the car’s ignorance of their plight.

Fighting for breath in the foetid, fear filled

air, they hear again and cry out in reaction

that this will lead to ending incarceration.

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Sounds and more sounds and the mother

shifted the mewling infant in her sweating

arms and prayed for the help to be true.

With opening doors came hope, water,

food, medics alongside cruel diplomats who

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send them back to whence they came, and

the betrayal of money spent for freedom,

leaves her empty pockets to protect the son,

of her womb, fatally wounded by poverty

and immigration’s actions they lie in a

grief

filled

grave.

Borders

Arbitrarily drawn, each brace is something else’s

place and loss as fences are built and concrete 

is laid for solutions to stop intrusions, incursions

and contusions for those who try. There is a

body who believes in their right and might for

their own bipartisan brain to build visible walls.

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A golden butterfly gentled hangs on barbs

and flowers and plants, animals and insects

pass through the barrier as the blithely grow

and go, procreate and sow their genes not

knowing lines drawn on maps, nor barbed 

wire, concrete nor gates and gullies and gun –

placements; dreamed into being by the very

greedy, money hugglng, gold hungry rich.

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While the poor hold onto their integrity and

hospitality is something of particularity and

honourably they welcome the governments’

aliens -as neighbours, giving them harbours,

felling the blocks of fear and injustice, not

lives defined by racism, enclosed, ice frozen

but wise to the lies and aware of the rare truth.