Asylum Child Philosophy

It is not the power of the ocean

that keeps me here,

it is faceless uniforms

who stem the tide


Fences reinforce this island prison,

borders are pushed out of reach

We are ice-blocks

melting in the tropical sun


The uniforms play with us,

Their regular interviews

poke us with sticks

we, the caged animals


Human rights

is an extinct animal here,

there are only scorpions

and snakes in the grass


I sit at the fence,

the edge of my world

contemplate the dream

of a human life


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