Delta40
01-15-2014, 05:52 PM
Little girl I shaved your hair
Now roll in the rubbish dump
That is your playground at Nauru.
Raghead family.
At lunch the Guard will order,
Number 3482 get into line!
Your bare feet are hard
But your soft face is hidden behind
Your Mama's blood drenched skirts.
Stop with the fake tears!
Prisoner, criminal.
You can only dream of being Australian.
Funny how moments of wishful thinking
Keep us both going.
You cling desperately to hope,
stronger than any ocean surge
While I wish the rocky shoreline had smashed
Your bones like matchsticks.
Under the cover of over crowded
Tents, of s hit blocked toilets
And mythical tales
Of Western freedom,
Your Mama bargains
For a lightly soiled sanitary napkin.
Tomorrow you march
along stretches of burning white gravel,
Inhaling possibilities beyond this hell,
Beyond this compound,
Praying one day, you might remember
how it feels to hold a toy in your hands.
Now roll in the rubbish dump
That is your playground at Nauru.
Raghead family.
At lunch the Guard will order,
Number 3482 get into line!
Your bare feet are hard
But your soft face is hidden behind
Your Mama's blood drenched skirts.
Stop with the fake tears!
Prisoner, criminal.
You can only dream of being Australian.
Funny how moments of wishful thinking
Keep us both going.
You cling desperately to hope,
stronger than any ocean surge
While I wish the rocky shoreline had smashed
Your bones like matchsticks.
Under the cover of over crowded
Tents, of s hit blocked toilets
And mythical tales
Of Western freedom,
Your Mama bargains
For a lightly soiled sanitary napkin.
Tomorrow you march
along stretches of burning white gravel,
Inhaling possibilities beyond this hell,
Beyond this compound,
Praying one day, you might remember
how it feels to hold a toy in your hands.