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Written on behalf of an African father who lost a son trying to cross into Europe |
The Other Side He set out at dawn a tiny bag and ID drawn With his one new cloth I had known A pair of shoes, I had to give my own He had lost all hope in where I live However much assurance I try to give His heart was long gone, distracted and alone I knew that he is with me no more Occasional phone calls to his brother abroad Talking of dates and cash shortfalls Desert routes and nameless boats Meeting “friends” and some coming around Discrete gestures and hushed sounds The quietness scared me, his looks taunted me His occasional hesitancy puzzled me. Couldn’t help him much, my ignorance and empty pockets The morning he left it was very different Fighting the tears and attempting content He hugged me with good bye By all means avoiding the contact of my eyes I knew there was something but he broke the silence His plans to cross the desert expanse Join his brother in Europe, the other side One assurance, father, I can fully give you I will make the journey, by desert and the sea Once in Lampedusa, will tell of my whereabouts Will soon join big brother and settle at his address Will help you out, pay back the loan, to all you owe May no one suffer and bemoan His last words assuring as they were Deep inside me was full of fear Fear of the Desert, the sea and traffickers, more merciless Now I know he is gone, hope is gone and all is lost For him and for me, for many like me, there is no other side, no more! |