Words by_

  • Joey Lee

A book of poetry and short prose with contributions from people across a myriad of existential situations. This is a platform for voices that need to be heard by humanity in response to crisis that refugees face. I'm proud one of my poems was selected to be a part of this powerful collection supported by UNICEF Next Gen London.

Clambering.
Clung to a rope.
Brittle: sun soaked.
Wet with desperation.
Clattering up to the roof.
Neatly stacked in suffocation.
Early toil bled through to afternoon.
Fragments crushed under soul compression.
Staggered walks through permanent homes:
squatting to prevent hardship.
Boats roll out and in, unaware of daily targets.
Conveyance.
Belted backs; hands strapped to carts
Shadowed by another Euro-Orient oligarch.
Moss draped pockets covering crumbling stone.
Alone.
Desolate Island road, the forlorn drive with a refrained
smiling stature.
Burning fuel to breathe easier, bubbling juices charred in shells.
Transient reflection queries.
Themselves.

Luminous foreign dreams unfold as steamboat engines
happily scold.
Dim ambiguous prayer devours the day for an unknown trip from Oyster Farm Bay.

by Joseph Lee