Shhhh, please talk quietly, Lest we be found out,
Am a non person within these borders,
For I shouldn't be within these parametres,
Not accounted for in their census,
Not cared, nor provided for,
A nuisance to the locals,
An eyesore and headache to the local government,
My last shack bulldozed to the ground on christmas eve,
I escaped capture only by the skin of my foreskin,
I have set home again on a pride of place just,
Under the bridge by sewage river,
Never mind the smell, it helps keep the authorities at bay,

I sleep rough, eat rough, and now I look rough,
I haven't washed since the sewage river dried up in the searing summer heat,
No wonder am reeking of strong body odours,
Chased down the alleyways,
As I go about my business foraging for leftovers,
Am accused of being responsible for the crime wave,
Only yesterday my only friend Castro was mown down by a speeding driver,
The driver didn't even stop to see what had happened,
For he knew he had no case to answer,
We were not supposed to be in this country for a start,
I peered from afar as his body was collected,
To be given a paupers' burial,
I wish I could but a time to grieve is a luxury I can not afford,
I need to be alert to survive and evade capture,
Capture means repatriation,
Rest in peace dear Castro,
Let me soldier on,

This is a futile fight for existence,
Only six months ago I ran away from ethnic cleansing,
All of my tribal lineage were being culled like animals,
I witnessed a lot of my people purged,
I hate this hatred,
What has happened to humanity,
The same hunger I ran away from,
Is the same hunger whose embrace I ran into,
From a hard place to a harder place, is my fate,

I got a piece job the other day,
Toiled hard and expectantly waited for my meagre pay,
But come pay day we were told we were not supposed to work,
So we were not due any pay,
Most of our sisters have kept us going by indulging in the old profession,
My young daughter, an aspiring model back home,
Had to 'sell' herself with my blessings,
Just to provide for me and other people in the camp,
The pain of seeing my daughter being picked up by different cars is eating away at my soul,
But what can I do? What would you do?
"Condomise, please condomise dear Shantel",
For when all this is over we will be going back home to our humanity,

As we settle down minus my daughter whose gone to work,
We can sleep easy today coz the police are not planning a raid,
We have all the inside information on police raids coz at times they give our prostituting relatives information in lieu of sexual favours,
Your skin is crawling? What have you done for the illegals in your locality,
Are you not one of the many whose vigilante groups has hacked and maimed these poor souls in flight,
As I start playing with my manhood,
Masturbating, shuffling, raindrops from the deluge that has just started outside begin to seep through,
I reluctantly stop pleasuring myself,
Going outside to repair the plastic shack,
As I step outside, police cars everywhere,
We have been duped, our daughters used,
We are going back to our scorched land,
To face the end,
Let your will be done Lord,
I say a silent prayer as I grab,
what little property from the shack is useful,
And go to board the waiting van to the holding cells,
It shall come to pass, another silent mussing I mutter...