Listen to the sounds of the retreating immigrants
The echoes of feet once fled
If only you had seen all the bloodshed
Listen to our pleas for help
Our voices which are muted
The ground beneath us is what keeps us rooted
Listen to the cries, don’t feed us lies
We’ve swum seas, climbed borders
Don’t give us orders
Listen to what we have to say
We speak a language which is suave, salty rich
Our throats scream out, we raise the pitch
Listen to what we ask and need
Produce, don’t heed
We wait to receive
Safety, food, water, a simple roof above our heads
Refugees, asylum seekers or victims of war
You say we steal your jobs but they’re jobs nobody wants
We didn’t come here to flaunt
Listen out for us
Hear our subliminal screams
Listen to our mother tongue with words
That carry depth and freedom of speech
Yet English shrinks us down on foreign land
All because we came here unplanned.
