The Immigrants

• Alix Biggs, Grade 8, Canberra Girls Grammar School
• Poetry
• 2008

Finalist in the 'Empowered 2008' competition

You can see them by their haunted eyes,
Worried faces and woeful cries.
Moving slowly, ushered like sheep,
Tired and restless from having no sleep.
The young, the old, the scared and the wise,
All classed together because of those eyes.
What have they seen? What have they heard?
Or do they long to fly free like a bird?
Tears flow with the ease of a tap,
Happy to have a home at last on the map.
Let's open our doors, invite them inside,
Now that they no longer have a reason to hide.
For this land belongs to us all -
The old, the new, the great and the small.
For we all need a place to call our own,
Somewhere to settle, somewhere called home.