Border things

I was not bothered about crossings
until this morning, when I arrived
still a new one, no matter what.
Oblivious as the wall
on a busy street-The people. The traffic.
I did not know the song
for those who show up in style versus the ones with dreams
until the News told me otherwise,
speaking like a wise idiot
now enlightened beyond its years,
it talks about visa cancellations for the well to do
and the well-beaten
the way it hurts.

About the Poem

This is a response to the global migration issues and the situation relating to the Australian Open.

About the Author

Lind Grant-Oyeye is a poet and literary critic.

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