Monday, May 2, 2011

Aussie Asylum Seeker

If I were a refugee
What a nice one I would be;
Not in need of gilding.
My traumas would be character building.

The wars that overturned my life;
Atrocities & endless strife
And persecution hateful,
Would have taught me to be grateful.

I'd have no breaking point at all.
Lock me up against a wall

And I would sit & wait
And smile & say 'no worries mate'.


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