How does one leave home without the promise of welcoming arms,
Knowing no one is going to greet you with a smile at the border,
Knowing that there are vans waiting for you sent out by the government reading ‘GO HOME’.
Where to begin when this all feels like a beginning to an end.
I grow ashamed of being British when I hear people spewing hatred in the streets,
And not just on the streets,
I watch as it seeps into the elites.
The ones who have control to make people’s lives better but who instead are turning them away.
How does one leave home when the countries you are heading to yell “There’s no room at the inn!”
“We cannot possibly let these helpless people in! They’ll take all of our jobs!” They cry
The definition of being between a rock and a hard place is choosing between leaving all the danger you face to go to a country where the media paints you as the dangerous ones.