Aisling, St James Book Bugs
The Bone Sparrow
United, not divided
That's what my sister says.
But her actions don't match.
Starting riots, mouths sewn up.
Is that the way to be recognised?
But if we could get just one photo,
One photo seen by someone who cares.
But that's the problem.
No one does.
We are invisible,
Suffering here everyday of our lives.
Some don't even make it out alive.
Spend half our lives queuing in lines,
That's been my childhood
Never knowing anything else apart from wired fences,
Trapping us in,
Slowly disintegrating us into emptiness,
Some would say that's all we deserve.
I know the bone sparrow would disagree.
Posted on: 26th June 2017 at 11:12 am
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