AND STILL I RISE

Different people from different countries,

Sitting together

Homeless people

Wearing ragged clothing

AND STILL I RISE

Crying children

Desperate for food

Orphan child

AND STILL I RISE

Sound of desperation

Taste of determination

Explosion of landmine

Smell of death

AND STILL I RISE

 

Rap from young refugee from the Congo, created for the Te Papa Museum, Wellington, New Zealand

Among the crowd of souls

Perhaps one day I shall go out into the quietened city and recognise myself among the crowds of souls

I will say to them, ‘Hey look there goes the man I really am.

Will they dare to acknowledge me?

No one responds. There is silence ………

Then the world moves on restlessly

making its love,

greed, pride and money, minding its business,

Shamelessly I close my eyes, then rest my mouth

 Silence is the only language that does not need an interpreter.

Poem by Abdalla Gabriel, young refugee from Sudan created for the Mixing Room at Te Papa Museum, Wellington, New Zealand