Tears Of The Seeker

• Alisha Rawal, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

Everyday I go to the edge of the gate
And search for the boat I hoped was only late
It had not arrived for many days
On Christmas Island’s horrific bays

From the boat my father did not return
In my heart, this left a burn
I miss having him around
And hearing his delightful sound

Tears emerge from my eyes
Yet the guards don’t even sympathize
The guards don’t even care
For, at us they only glare

The pain I feel
No-one can heal
This intensive pain
Is making me insane

Inequality I all around me
It’s the only thing I ever see
Everyday I say to the gate keeper
Please release me; I’m only an asylum seeker