Evacuate The Jungle by Kirstin Maguire

In the jungle they don’t know your name.

It’s lost in teargas that strikes it’s claim

On you and the roof over your head.

Riot police and twists of dread

That clench your stomach tight.

As they knock at the door,

Say ‘you’ve got an hour’

It’s not your place anymore,

They’re demolishing towers

Of temporary existence,

The ambition now is subsistence.

Where is a place

When you’ve been displaced?

Wide eyes seeking out cover,

Well it’s not here, is there another

Place to move on to,

Something to hold on to.

On the long odyssey to freedom?

Nothing to appeal to or reason

With, as you’re eaten up whole,

Just finding a role,

And moving on again.

They’re still playing cricket on the other side,

Human spirit spilling over the sides

Of tired desperation.

We’ll call it issues of a nation,

And measure them up for size.

‘Cause somehow it will give a guise

That we can behind.

Tonight it starts all over again,

How will we justify it when

The history books retell it?

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