He wandered his whole life between galaxies

He wandered his whole life between galaxies. Parents, brothers and sisters lost in space.

He wandered his whole life

Between galaxies

Parents, brothers and sister lost in space

They dropped away

Voices silenced

Across the years

Sorrow ever present

Eyes dulled

Their shadows dimming

Fading away one by one

Between countries

Losing out against

Warring tribes committing depraved travesties

Outdoing their own barbarity

For fear continues to be the universal currency

To be bartered and traded with others ignominy.

Years of life crawl so slowly by

At the edge of civilisation

In nowhere land

Behind rusty, wire caged fences

In paltry shanty towns full of strangers

Of ghosts

In a waiting game

In no man’s land

Languishing in uncertainty

In the incessant heat

With swirling dust storms for company

But even though he endures the passage of time

He remains hopeful…

For now

For now he has won the lottery!

For now

Away from his shanty town

To make Australia home!

For there are no wars!

In that strange bountiful land

Where everyone smiles

Until jaws ache

In that land

A land full of kind, white people

A land of cricket, football and “she’ll be right mate”

And so many opportunities


In that oh so lucky country.

But joy in his new home

Soon takes a different turn

That bountiful land

Turns away her grace

And shows a far more insidious face.

The county’s initial embrace,

It’s seductive kiss,

With all its charm

That intoxicated him

That blinded him

Says an untimely farewell

And he is left again with his old friend

An old acquaintance he knows too well


Hope turns to sadness and despair

For as he realises that his new white brothers

Do not feel as he does

And they turn their backs


Shrug their shoulders

And walk away.

Do not fear me”- he cries

Do not cross the road

Because you do not know me

But no one is listening.

“Oh my father, my mother, my dear, darling sister!

Why did you have to leave me?

Why did you abandon me?

For I now have no one

But fear by my side

For I am alone in a world full of strangers.

What is to become of me?”

He cries.

And so he is left alone basking in mediocrity

To start a new life

At the fringes of urban dwelling

Left to languish anew

Scraping at the edges

Hungering now not for food

But for connection

For purpose and meaning

Working for a pittance

His dreams unfulfilled

His potential unseen

Testing his resolve

His resilience

Our wanderer

Our traveller of galaxies.

For the cycle continues

Despite all our good intentions.