Waves of migrants
Washed up by the tide
Of poverty
Swimming in from far and wide
To catch the debris falling from the landslide
Of prosperity.
Swelling up the sea
of Western hatred
The oceans’ new inhabitants
A fleece of migrants
Whaled on, loathed, despised.
Clinging on to the flimsy
dinghy
Of life
In perilous journeys
laden with strife
Clawing on the seabed
of yearning
Longing
For pastures green
where the fruits of labour
yield joys unforeseen
A move, to move life’s mountains
To grasp the cup of wealth and sip its contents
Drowning
Perishing
Swimming into death’s door
Clutching at straws to reach the shore
Of hope
But dreams like sandcastles
Crumble into dust
A life forever cursed
Migrants marred by hateful slurs
That run deep like fossils
Buried in the frosty sand
Of a cold unwelcoming land
Where suspicions
Where divisions
Fed by xenophobia
Reincarnate you into object of fear.
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