It doesn't seem to be RIGHT to me...
no,it doesn't seem to be ...
that refugees do not have the right
'But for God's grace' we all could be
living as a refugee.
It doesn't seem to be right to me
that I am free to gaze at stars
while others fade behind steel bars.
and that just should not be.
So I find the strength to stand and shout
I know my words may cast me 'OUT' of
the Establishment I know and of our statuesque.
So many of us here
view the refugees in fear
the leaky boats bring them our way
but they can't leak their hopes to 'stay.'
They are people we don't know
reaching out with eyes of woe
mother's covered in their veils
father's burdened by sad tales
cultures that are unlike ours
war torn by corrupted powers
escaping they flee to our shore
in hope to give their children more
trapped inside detention walls
where politicians muff their calls.
It doesn't seem to be
Too many here think it's wrong
for ancient cultures to 'BELONG'
in this fertile land,
where I stand.
Now I pen this poem
and pray those poor souls find a home.
So there...I've had my say
and now I'm yelling : 'Let them stay!'
This land is wide enough to share
let them in and show you care
one day it might be you
who has to walk inside their shoe.
I've coward silent for too long
I saw the drowning of the strong...
and Australia...that was wrong.
Desperate folk are on their way
has compassion seen its day?
We're holding them behind wire fences
has humanity lost its senses?
They are struggling on their own
when 'All this world
is ALL our home'
for brown and black and white
all free to see the stars at night.
Yes...THAT seems to be RIGHT... to me
(a world I'd love to see...equality...EQUALITY!)