Jeux Sans Frontieres

The dark blue uniform speaks to us
in a language we don’t understand ,
the carriage we’re in stinks
even with the windows open ;
pervasive cloying tobacco ,
sweat ,dried vomit ,urine unwashed bodies
pressed almost obscenely together ;
Days have passed us by un-numbered
miles trekked without signposts ,
like snakeskins old habits of
hope , purpose ,civility ,empathy
have been discarded amid
the ashes and rubble ;
The dark blue uniform speaks to us again ,
this time in tortuous worldservice BBC english
we are being transported to a reception camp
to be registered and await further instruction ;
the carriage we’re in still stinks
and some more children need to use the toilet..

2 thoughts on “Jeux Sans Frontieres

  1. Kumaara Sukeja

    A hard-hitting portrayal of the horrendous state of the migrants. If this is not a wake-up call for the entire Humanity, wonder what more can be said or heard !

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