Songs from Lesvos

In a camp by an olive grove

You sit with guitars

Under canvas and stars

At the place where hope and pain meet

Where men,

Who may not be whole again,

Sing to the wind

of what they’ve lost.

Your music

Surreptitiously filmed

sends you

Half-way across the world in a blink

Your passport

Into safe, warm rooms

You cannot imagine

Doors locked. Window shuttered.

To an audience who

Will turn away and forget

And yet

You’re there still

Singing to the wind.

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