'' Another Refugee Dies '' Poem by Bri Mar

Our mentors are kind we pay them our fee,
Our route's not defined but soon we'll be free,
All aboard the boat we're now on our way,
As off we float to meet our new day.

No more persecution or living in fear,
No it's not an illusion you try living here,
With my children and wife here by my side,
There'll be no more strife no need to hide.

Many sisters and brothers doing the same,
Soon the sea smothers we are nothing but game,
As the truth we unravel our crafts falling apart,
It will no longer travel the engine won't start.

As we prepare, to exhale our last breath,
Please show you care save us from death,
Then out of the blue is it a vision,
A ship is in view they approach with precision.

We are lifted on board all lives have been saved,
Our spirits have soared this is what we have craved,
But somethings not right so it comes as a blow,
They see us as a blight we are locked up below.

When we have landed, our ire rages,
They are heavy handed as they lock us in cages,
As fear is instilled we lose our elation,
The courts have willed we face deportation.

Is it our race that causes you pain?
The colour of a face can drive you insane?
Asylum is refused they ignore our cries,
Broken and confused

‘' Another Refugee Dies ‘'