Please read this powerful poem from Frank Prem. We may all be refugees soon:
the thought I had
was a refugee
I’ve had these thoughts
before
once in a boat
upon the waters
wide
sometimes
as a thought
in the sky
but lately
I’ve been watching flame
licking at the leaves
on the trees
bringing darkness
when the sun
should shine
and I see photographs
in my newspapers
I see pictures
on the TV screen
of mamas
holding it together
the best way
that they can
of papas
crying
like the world’s gone
mad
and I count
the creatures
that aren’t where
they should be
and my thought
is just a prisoner
to the knowledge
that the world has changed
there’s no koala
there
there’s no blue-tongue
no wombat and
no kangaroo
I can’t see
a magpie
the kookaburra
isn’t laughing
no brown snake
or tiger
where is
the fairy wren
the wood ducks I remember
as a score
are there any left
I…
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