Flyers and posters

Images (and texts) for the 'Delete The Border' at Matilda on the 9th September :





We Refugees

I come from a musical place Where they shoot me for my song And my brother has been tortured By my brother in my land.

I come from a beautiful place Where they hate my shade of skin They don't like the way I pray And they ban free poetry.

I come from a beautiful place Where girls cannot go to school There you are told what to believe And even young boys must grow beards.

I come from a great old forest I think it is now a field And the people I once knew Are not there now. We can all be refugees Nobody is safe, All it takes is a mad leader Or no rain to bring forth food, We can all be refugees We can all be told to go, We can be hated by someone For being someone.

I come from a beautiful place Where the valley floods each year And each year the hurricane tells us That we must keep moving on.

I come from an ancient place All my family were born there And I would like to go there But I really want to live.

I come from a sunny, sandy place Where tourists go to darken skin And dealers like to sell guns there I just can't tell you what's the price.

I am told I have no country now I am told I am a lie I am told that modern history books May forget my name.

We can all be refugees Sometimes it only takes a day, Sometimes it only takes a handshake Or a paper that is signed. We all came from refugees Nobody simply just appeared, Nobody's here without a struggle, And why should we live in fear Of the weather or the troubles? We all came here from somewhere.

Benjamin Zephaniah