How can we truly imagine your emotions?
The Pain, The Fear, The Cold
Stolen from hot, hot -hot countries
Living with tainted spirit
Still fighting back-instinct so strong
'I will survive.'
In this cold, cold-cold clime
Icy hearts trading through greed
Tables bending and bowing, banqueting
- even dogs get crumbs from the floor
Who gave any human the right to do this to another?
Jaz McKenzie © 2014
Having just worked on the Emancipation in Glasgow event this poem sprang to mind. I have kept it very short and to the point because no words will ever be sufficient.
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