While I don’t think that this is a totally accurate reflection of how “Brits” or “Foreigners” think there are some home truths. Read more…
Brian Bilston’s ‘Refugee’ Poem
They have no need of our help
So do not tell me
These haggard faces could belong to you or I
Should life have dealt a different hand
We need to see them for who they really are
Chancers and…Read more…
Humanity – a poem for refugees by Joy Johnson
Packing up her school books
Laughing with her friend
It only took a moment
For her school days to come to an end
“We’re only kids in school”
Her voice was pained but clear
Bodies charred…Read more…
Power Trio by Vincent P Richardson
A Statesman
once a revolutionary became a politician matures
retires.
A Politician
once a revolutionary aspires
retires.
A Revolutionary
never retires.Read more…
The Soldier and the Snow by Miguel Hernandez
December has frozen its double-edged breath
and blows it down from the icy heavens,
like a dry fire coming apart in threads,
like a huge ruin that topples on…Read more…
Night Workers by Helen Dunmore
All you who are awake in the dark of the night,
all you companions of the one lit window
in the knuckled-down row of sleeping houses,
all you who think nothing of the midnight hour
but by…Read more…
A Prayer for the Loners by Keith Armstrong
The dejected men,
the lone voices,
slip away
in this seaside rain.
Their words shudder to a standstill
in dismal corners.
Frightened to shout,
they cower
behind quivering faces.
No one…Read more…
To a Waverer by Bertolt Brecht
You tell us
It looks bad for our cause.
The darkness gets deeper. The powers get less.
Now, after we worked for so many years
We are in a more difficult position than at the start.
But the enemy…Read more…
A Symphony for the New World by Sam Silva
Huge expressive violins
in symphonies of meat and work
and struggle
on the farm
or in the factory
made for the record player
to spin in sin
against tobacco smoke
perfuming night
while…Read more…
An Account of Despair by Volker Braun
When she entered
And set down her empty bags on my tabletops
I felt caught out in my
Missed deeds.
The evening news dripped bloodily from the screen
And the bed stood encircled
Aside in the…Read more…
Plight of a migrant worker by Khalid Hameed
wake up in the morning
head out to look
for work
stand in the corner of
the street
waiting for cars passing by
to pick you up
and take you to veg
gardens
as a day labor,
I am that forgiven…Read more…
Aiberdeen Street by Alastair Mackie
Ye were hyne awa fae Nuremberg o the flags,
the death-crap o the purges; Il Duce’s
black-sarked legions heistin eagles…
Woolie’s guns and gairden canes airmed oor wars
focht on your cassies, oor…Read more…