By Leo Honka
On ships,
On foot,
By bus,
By plane,
By car,
By bike,
With hope,
Everyone conspires to leave
where the floodlights comb
the state of siege.
Whoever writes about pain,
in my country,
is slain,
tortured on the street
left starving
fed to your racism.
Don’t sing me any lullabies!
Don’t hand me calf shit
that Finland is not accepting asylum seekers!
If they place me in front of a firing squad
I’ll die yelling Viva Finlandia!
Category: Migrant Tales