A canvas of faces oozing lives well-travelled
On land and sea that you can’t even unravel
Like fumes that come from the back of the lorry
You’re spewed in haste and asked to scurry.
Jarred with broken dreams, you trekked the scorching sand dunes
Braved the nautical graveyards, in search of blissful epiphany.
Bootlegged into Sangatte, all they wanted was your money
In Exchange for sniffer dogs and barb wires for company.
In this staging post of human trafficking
With hopes fossilised on the banks of Lampedusa
And dreams splattered on the fences of Sangatte.
Your humanity is cremated in demarcated canvas.
From the Nubian dunes of the unmerciful Sahara
To the jungle jewels of the meandering Limpopo
Driven by the dogs of war, through road blocks of frozen land
In search of the holy land, where gold and silver pave the land
Disembarked on the banks of demarcated daydreams.
From far flung regions, into depths of despair.
You huddled through roadblocks but right into another.
With all your frozen dreams, thawed into thin air.