By Gigi Baldovino Gosnell
Human cage Wall, fence, border, checkpoint Shuts us all up In a human cage Of sorrow And rage One by one, old and juvenile Men and women herded together in a file Getting nearer to the end of the line He looks around; his stiff back resigns —Pass, next, but you stay. —Where are you going, you don’t say Wrong move, wrong tone arouses suspicion Restrained in wire cages, sneered at with revulsion Pacing to and fro Pacing to and fro Identity checks; finally passed through Across the border, he bought mince meat, milk and sourdough It was dusk when he got back Same border, same soldier eyed him; he eyed him back —Open your bags, officer barked He pounded his fists, boiling to fight back Five machine guns cocked in succession Nervous soldiers ready to shoot with military precision He pled, —I just want to go home, please My family waits on the other side of the fence Walls, fences, borders, checkpoints Shut us all up In a human cage Of sorrow And rage
Gigi Baldovino Gosnell has degrees in Psychology and Education. She lectures in Psychology, worked in various NGOs, and the public service in the fields of women empowerment, land reform, social development and local government.
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