'' We Haven't Left At All '' Poem by Bri Mar

If life's that bad,
It drives you mad,
You then up and sail away,
Left lonely, bereft and feeling sad,
You're then treated like a stray.

Dictated to,
By god knows who,
Demanding you obey their rules,
What is this we are being put through?
Do they think we are faceless fools?

Live or die,
Obey or comply,
What would be your choice?
To protect your family you must try,
Don't take away our voice.

We want a life,
Detest this strife,
Why can't the people see?
Being discarded cuts like a knife,
Our sole aim is to be free.

Being brutalised,
Then despised,
Is that compassionate behaviour,
We actually believed you were civilised,
Methinks you're not our saviour.

Filled with fear,
Fences appear,
Stopped by an armed guard,
With pepper spray he makes it clear,
Not another yard.

It's so unkind,
That what we find,
Is the sacrifice we've undertaken,
Is being totally undermined,
Our humanity has been forsaken.

We felt despair,
We thought you'd care,
But you refuse to heed our call,
Your brutality make us feel more aware,

‘' We Haven't Left At All ‘'