jonbeech

An amazing poem by one of our friends, Margaret The 'Brown' Envelope. Hopelessly and anxiously Waiting for the brown envelope To be delivered through the mail box Dug open in the belly of the front room Like an open mouth of the lion lurking to attack and slit Waiting uncertainty Waiting without any indication, When it will drop nor what it will contain I have waited over seven years Checking the front door each morning For the delivery of brown envelope I know it carries the verdict The decision that will change my life For better for worse The silent battle of waiting, Full of anxiety and fear Each individual affected differently Defenceless like sheep, being led to a slaughter house, Waiting for the delivery, of the brown envelope Arrived young and agile With dreams of a better safer life, It was life of no choice basis, Where it was a crime to touch money Never able to work No documents to do so No choice of supermarket The voucher and swipe card came with conditionalities Clothes from PAFRAS and volunteers Belongings remained packed, ready for next move Anytime, anywhere, anyhow As the law commands or dictates, fear sleepless nights, confusion, depression, Characterised in all the veterans in struggle And when it arrives Body tremors and hand shaking Picking the envelope born from the front door With nowhere to hold on to Just like a drowning man grabbing a piece of grass Cannot find courage and strength To open the contents, of the infamous brown envelope. Alone and consumed with confusion, Fidgeting to understand the contents Reading the words upside down, like a hanging bat trying to swallow He rushes straight to church. The pastor too had sleepless nights Praying for the contents, His the only solace of his predicaments Of the contents of the brown envelope Holding onto the envelope, dropping it and picking it up, The news was too good to bear The young man suffocates and collapses, No amount of resuscitation could bring him back Drops dead out of excitement He is now another statistic of the verdict in the brown envelope As a mate waits for the brown envelope The young college administrator turns down the application to pursue her Teaching dream Cynical and in the a voice of inherent despise she explains "You asylum seekers" use such opportunities To claim your status I'm sorry, the class is full Try next year. The irretrievable time in the trash! The uncalculated energy in the garbage! Unavoidable In the position of asylum seeker. We are human with feelings. In the name of Jesus Margaret East