Partition
(Again): To the ‘migrant labourer’.
Go,
Gather what you can in minutes
No, less.
Run,
For the last train, bus, lorry
Something that moves.
Walk,
For miles; days you must.
Take your life, your family, your dreams in a
bundle.
This country has been divided.
The tarmac, the railway track is the line.
But we care,
We are watching you.
From a distance. Safe for us.
Don’t worry.
This will pass.
We will call you back.
When we need you again.
©Raaja Bhasin 2020
