This Country
written by: Tina Cathleen MacNaughton
This country is a mess
It’s in distress, a crying shame
But not so much a mess
As other places
Where people run, run, run
For their lives
Now close your eyes, go on
Imagine you are running
Small bag in one arm
Tiny baby in another
Running from gunfire
Running from shouting, abuse
Imprisonment
Running from hell and hatred
‘Well, we can’t take them all…’
‘Our island’s only small…’
‘We don’t have space for them all…’
Who are they, who are them?
Now close your eyes again
Imagine your sister, your mother
Your grandma, your son, your brother
Run, run, running
Running from hatred
Running for their lives
Do not let your luck
Your twist of fate
Your chance, your privilege
Shut the door
on someone who has nothing
Do not let your privilege
Shut the door
On someone begging for help
On someone who wants more.
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