Hey Banksy!
You’ve never heard the sound of water
entering a boat,
mixing with the noise caused by uneasy breathing.
Or seen the faltering rise and fall of a chest
Or the terror in eyes peeled wide,
those cries loud and quiet,
this wild nature of humans,
the heavy, stormy rain,
the crush in dark clothing.
Or felt the boat slap on the waves
seen the bodies floating on the water
like dead fish
they are mute.
You have seen none of that.
Hey Banksy!
You know that back home I fell to the ground.
My shadow hit the ground exactly the same,
and instead of my heart there was piece of brick.
Can you guess the weight of my heart?
Banksy, don’t be deceived!
I’m a dead man walking,
who the government is allowing to bury himself.
Nothing is nice in a rubber dinghy, Banksy...
