Elucidating Questions

Children in prison camps.

The younger ones who know only their parents will in their hearts believe they are being punished by them.

Kept away as they cry.

Just more than one hundred years ago they buried slaves.

People who were always people that someone believed, cheap labour but the excuse they made, that colour changed the soul.

What lies they told.

Less than fifty years ago children were still being separated from their parents by monsters with crosses for their

Judgement

Of babies who they abused and everyone was okay with that.

Don’t anyone tell me about good old days unlived while the others

If they are others we are others

There weren’t any others it was a lie but,

Watching life from behind a line while they only because they were born a way lived far better lives.

Don’t tell me those days humans put others in cages are over when

Across from me plays a child who can complain because mummy is helping him learn to climb

And across from me far out of reach if they were within reach I would want to help all of them but they

Stand in boxes wondering

If mum and dad are ever coming back again.