This is a poem about this and about this.
I wish I was an asylum seeker.
Asylum seekers have it easy.
Here, at home, I have problems I can’t solve.
I have to pay rent. And to pay rent, I have to work.
And to work, I have to talk to people in offices.
And to talk to people in offices, I have to walk there.
Or take the bus. My life is pretty hard.
But if I was an asylum seeker…
If I was an asylum seeker I’d hop on a boat and I’d go where the wind and the currents take me.
If I was an asylum seeker I’d leave all my problems behind. I’d say I’ve had enough of those.
I’ll just leave. There won’t be anything holding me back.
If I was an asylum seeker I’d sail my boat to Australia. They’ll put me in a detention centre there. I’d get free food. I’d get free accommodation. I wouldn’t have to pay rent. I wouldn’t have to buy groceries. I’d have asylum seeker friends. We’d stay up all night long, talking about how lucky we that we don’t need to worry about our lives anymore.
I wish I was an asylum seeker. If I was an asylum seeker, I’d have such good stories to tell. I’ll tell how they came and murdered my family. How they came and murdered my friends. I’d tell about the poverty. About the hunger. About the floods and the wars and the way nothing ever got better. About the people in power who didn’t care about us.
But if I was an asylum seeker, I’d sail my boat to Australia, where the people in power care so much. I’d say, Mr Abbott, you’re a good man. I want to be in a detention centre, Mr Abbott. I want to live behind bars, Mr Abbott, I want to be confused and scared and I don’t want to understand what’s happening to me. And he’d say, I care about you. But I don’t like detention centres any more. I’ll do something different. I’m going to sail my navy, my big expensive navy, and catch you, and I’ll be really nice. I’ll fix your boat. I’ll fix it for you. And I’ll send it back. I’ll send it where the wind and the currents take it. I’ll make sure that you get home safe.
Oh, I wish I was an asylum seeker.