Manus Island

By Mel Jepson

By Mel Jepson

 

Strung up, I cannot fly
You hood me against my will,
giant with the rotten heart
in a land of heat and emptiness.

You hood me against my will,
call me illegal
in a land of heat and emptiness
populated by criminals.

Call me illegal?
You built your world,
populated by criminals,
consumers and acceptable guests

You built your world.
I cannot live with you
consumers and acceptable guests.
So I tied sheets together

I cannot live with you,
giant with the rotten heart.
So I tied sheets together.
Strung up, I cannot fly

 

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