Without Reprieve (Poem)
Meandering thoughts filled the minds of the detainees
as they stared into the deep shadows of the night.
Locked down they questioned their reasoning
for making the treacherous sea journey.
Why did we take the risk of moving from turmoil
to endless purgatory on the other side of the world?
Why did we leave the hell we know to seek after hope
when all we get in return is even greater desolation?
Anguish persisted after yet further setbacks and delays
in the processing of their paperwork.
Asked the same endless questions over and over again
they repeatedly answered without reprieve.
How can we help them understand that we are not bad people
only desperate, frightened people in need of refuge?
How can we penetrate the overbearing, bureaucratic animosity
that sees us as cue jumpers and illegal immigrants?