some things get broken
in caring hands they are fixed –
or they mend crooked
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I photographed this stencil in Dunedin, New Zealand – it was pasted to the back of a bus stop.
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Written in response to a Stanford University prompt to write new words (politically motivated) to an easily recognisable tune. I have chosen John Denver’s annoyingly catchy tune “Country Roads” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vrEljMfXYo).
Almost made it, across this ocean,
One more hardship, here comes the monsoon season.
Children die here, in their mothers arms
Will we find a nation, to stop this awful harm?
Ocean breeze, take me there,
To the place, I long to be.
Safe asylum
Distant refuge, take me there
On pure blue seas.
One more shoreline, shines before our eyes
The Christian people will surely grant our lives.
But dark ships stop us and point us back to sea,
Reject our arrival and more horrors we will see.
Ocean breeze, take me there,
To the place, I long to be.
Safe asylum
Distant refuge, take me there
On pure blue seas.
You surely hear our cries, in the evening while you’re dreaming?
We’re running for our lives, from our homes far away.
And in the morning as you pray before your morning meal
Remember that; but for the grace of God – there go you! There go you!
Ocean breeze, take me there,
To the place, I long to be.
Safe asylum
Distant refuge, take me there
On pure blue seas.
Poetry is my aeroplane 