The Revolving Door Still Shut
You came here seeking asylum a fresh start far from the hurt of war, so that you no longer had to cradle the terrified bodies of your children, to your breast, whilst hiding your own tears, hurt and sorrow, with no avail, because they could feel your heart, beating away deep inside your chest.
you was scared more than ever before of both where you was coming from and the cold reception of the people in the land where you was going to hiding away on trucks, boats, ships in desperation, starving and cold.
yet before you could find a chance to reach the shores of Great Britain they were already doing everything they could to turn you away again. turning their backs on you in a time when you was in desperate need.
Nobody should ever have to face those levels of hardship and pain, in a world where so many people are living far above the breadline, where politicians take more than their share, where whole buildings are rotting away and abandoned that could have homed thousands, yet your desperate pleas fell silent to ears that didn’t want to listen.
so as I stand here gazing out to sea, in my desperation to change the tide, the same old revolving door remains closed, the way that it always has been, through the constant greed of mankind, on a planet that we all have a right to and at the top of my lungs I scream out, isn’t it time that we opened the borders and learned that by living together as one, we can build a brighter tomorrow for all.
(c) copyright Tony Kasazkaja 2015. all rights reserved.
