Migration (Like birds on the wire)

Like birds on the wire

they congregate in respite

for a while;

safety in numbers

while trafficking vultures

await their moment.

Put them in aviaries,

let them squawk,

while people gawp

and governments

discuss the feed bill

and walls of wire

less comfortable for resting.

Decide their fate,

dictate their destination,

drive them like sheep

to a market.

Talk over their heads,

as if they cannot understand,

when understanding is beyond

the understanding

of those who ‘understand’.

There is no refuge

for the refugee;

birds at the wire

of humanity.