The Gift’s Legacy

 
To be a migrant in the twenty-first century
is to be offered a gift of soil or food.
 
Refusing it, you choose to turn it into a weapon
against the well-wisher made to sign 
an equality policy in the personnel’s office. 
 
Without knowing, you become responsible
for a bullet wound, though you have 
no memory of ever using a real gun.
 
Before you, those refusing mercy learnt
that rebellion was a brick – one made 
in factories during the war. 
A brick that would fall on earth at the first air-raid.
 
To be a migrant is knowing when not to
utter a word. Remember that time, at the cinema.
We went to watch a horror movie. 
We froze terrified of the dark but kept wide-eyed 
at the screen until somebody put the lights on, 
in the empty auditorium, reminding us  
we had quietly stayed there a whole day. 
 
Silence equalises our century’s highs and lows, 
but protects against the torment and isolation
that might follow, once the gift is returned.
 
Accepting it, you choose be to admit defeat
in the name of each person wishing to be free. 

 

 



Maria Stadnicka
Illustration Rupert Loydell

 

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