The plane did not leave,

and many heave a sigh of relief,

and yet futures for those aboard,

and many more

still hang in the balance,

others are deciding their fate,

some for them,

some against them,

the vulnerable become more vulnerable,

the place of safety,

the place of hope,

has become a place of horror,

and exclusion,

where treated as little more than criminals

the traumatised are re-traumatised….

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Who will answer for this?

Who will cry out

for the voiceless?

We give thanks for those who have,

who care,

and yet many of us feel useless

in the face of a seemingly compassionless regime,

does it care about you and me,

how can it when it treats the vulnerable so badly…

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I will cry out,

speak out,

pray,

I will refuse to be silent,

even when I feel silenced,

I will cry for mercy,

seek justice,

support those working where I can,

I cannot put myself into the shoes of those still waiting,

but I will cry out,

speak out,

pray…