It looks like war out there.
From my window everything has a dust of grey
hiding it’s true colour.
The men stand at their posts, guarding, waiting.
Women and children look down,
afraid to make eye contact,
careful not to let their fear show
through their sunken eyes and dull skin.
I am a foreigner, a traveller, an intruder.
If we dared to divide, I’d be the minority.

Dare to divide.
Live to survive.
Challenge normality.
Stand out from the crowd.
Shout.
Cry.
Fight for something.
Learn to use language.
Never waste a word.
A moment.
A breath.

If it’s worth crying for
it’s worth fighting for
then it’s worth dieing for

Have we lost our minds? Our ability to reason?

Written by Michelle