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Other Shores
Оглавлениеthose voices you do not hear,
faceless through all the years,
beaten down by batons, political
speech, angry cold stares, left
with festering wounds on the
filthy streets are newcomers here
who pushed from your dreams
mirror a overlooked history. the
grieving maids in your homes, the
gardeners who help your flowers
grow, the brick layers putting up
the fancy neighborhood mansions,
the wounded who sob emptying
the rubbish bins in the offices that
make this country rich, the children
who long for their deported parents
from unimaginable depths are like
you in the settling night searching
simply for a place to call sweet, sweet
home. in the ordinary days when you
cannot find time to listen to the words
shouting of another world, when you
turn away from dark hands that offer to
set you free, in the silences across
this earth, the revelations of detested
refugees, remember these lives and
all their other tongues more than the
management’s present inhumanity.