Rarely does anything astonish me, but a reader recently brought to my attention the poetry of Brian Bilston. I set out to contact him to seek permission to post one of his poems "Refugee" on the Readers Write page. That's when I discovered the poet is a mysterious figure, not named Brian Bilston, whose true identity remains unknown. Hence, getting in touch proved difficult so I print it here as part of my own opinion piece. If he stumbles across it, I hope he'll get in touch.
"Refugee" is meant to be read both from the top line to the bottom and from the bottom line to the top. The message reading up is the perfect antidote to the message reading down. Read it first in the conventional direction.
"Refugee" is meant to be read both from the top line to the bottom and from the bottom line to the top. The message reading up is the perfect antidote to the message reading down. Read it first in the conventional direction.
Refugee
By Brian Bilston
By Brian Bilston
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They have no need of our help
So do not tell me These haggard faces could belong to you or I Should life have dealt a different hand We need to see them for who they really are Chancers and scroungers Layabouts and loungers With bombs up their sleeves Cut-throats and thieves They are not Welcome here We should make them Go back to where they came from They cannot Share our food Share our homes Share our countries Instead let us Build a wall to keep them out It is not okay to say These are people just like us A place should only belong to those who were born there Do not be so stupid to think that The world can be looked at another way |
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