They build the airports that deport them The roads on which they die The condos we take refuge in The hospitals in which we lie. They guard our politicians in their palaces Clean the streets we think we own Change the bedpans beneath our mattresses Cry on prepaid mobile phones. We were once them, twice… Continue reading migrant city
It is a salmon blemish in a sea of white, standing out not because it wants to, just because it is some want to put a full stop to it, build barricades to defend divisions but in drawing a fence around a point, the point is made clearer maybe they see a pimple to squeeze,… Continue reading on the dot
With unseeing eyes all-seeing.