Truth’s Champion
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1 min readNov 24, 2017
Truth parades no colours,
it stands tall, fearless.
Only the messenger quakes,
dreading the wrath of Tigranes,
their eyes become Cleopatra’s toys.
Truth will be told
as the sun rises, light prevails
even in the darkened shade
of a South Sea island
where travellers tossed
by fate and fortune,
hidden, not forgotten
wretched refugees discarded,
Behrouz Boochani,
truth’s envoy,
call his name,
remember it
to shame those
who lurk in the shade of freedom
to hide the truth.
Written in response to this article in The Guardian and a conversation I had this afternoon with a man from Sydney. https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2017/nov/24/the-shame-of-the-evil-being-done-on-manus-will-outlive-us-all
