Three chimes
The Immigrants are coming
Small white birds
Unknown mother
Unknown boy
Unknown, unknown
They come walking on water
Walking on their children
Rolling them in black water
And we knew they were coming
Mouth on mouth
Crammed like money in a pocket
Thirsty from the diesel
Starved in dark water
They contribute their sad dancing
Of birth and death
I saw a baby
Still connected by umbilical chord
My wife is descended from The Prophet
He will save us
We must be strong
They were unforgiven
They could not hold They slipped
Away in dark water
Unknown father
Dr Kamal Mohson Al-Battat.
At night I hear them drowning
Small white birds in the water.
John Karl Stokes
From 'The House is Not Quiet and the World is Not Calm' Ed. Kit Kelen and Geoff Page,2015.
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The Immigrants are coming small white birds. Poem penned on refugees is amazing and brilliant...10