Poem

January 14, 2004
Issue 
566
Culture

Will you please observe through the wire
I am sewing my feet together
They have walked about as far
As they ever need to go

Will you further observe
Through the wire I am sewing my heart together
It is now so full of
The ashes of my days
It will not hold
Any more

Through the wire
One last time
Please observe I am sewing my lips together
That which you are denying us
We should never have
Had to ask for.

[From Citizen X, a play written from the letters of detained asylum seekers.]

From 91×ÔÅÄÂÛ̳ Weekly, January 14, 2004.
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