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The only difference between a goat and a human is this:

a goat cannot protest,

even if tomorrow it is taken for sacrifice.

It cannot raise its voice

beyond that meh-meh sound.

But a human 

a human can speak, can protest,

yet even we become fragile

when those in power

push us to the ground

just to stay relevant,

to hold their seat,

to feed their politics.

And us?

We don’t belong here, they say.

In their country,

even though we came legally 

still they want more,

more work,

more silence.

Let the company twist us like rope,

pull us tighter,

call it policy, not pain.

Is this modern slavery?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

The line is thin 

and I am tired

of rules that change like seasons:

come, stay, disappear

without reason.

Oh God 

make me a pigeon.

Let me fly without papers,

no documents, no borders.

Light as wind,

free as nothing.

It’s alright 

our sweat, our labour,

it doesn’t matter anyway.

Let us freeze,

let us feel this breeze 

maybe freedom is not a home,

not a passport,

not a country.

Maybe it is simply

the sky.