Leaking Vessel 541

I am so shocked and appalled by the way the Australian government is treating asylum seekers at the moment. They should not be processed at Christmas island and we certainly should not be transferring them to Indonesia. People have a United Nation enshrin

The smell of salt sticks in my nose.
My hair is tacky and dry from its touch.
2 weeks have passed and the rocking motion of the sea has replaced my stillness.
At home the guns are high and pointed in all the wrong directions.
Floating on these vicious waves toward a hope that begins to cave.
Someone sprays a slogan on a piece of debris
- 'We are civilians, help us' it reads.
Coast guard glare down the tunnels of their guns.
Finger on the trigger.
A lump in my throat.
I cower in a corner as a wave lashes my boney back.
Men in commando boots laced for kicking heads
jump down and sneer.
The guns I fled are also here.
I shake like a leaf.
I shake like a cobra
but I have no venom to spit at my enemy.
I hide me face in my mother's scrawny, scratched arm.
If close my eyes tight enough all might become calm.