THIS is why I am against the current Australian Government…

THIS is why I am against the current Australian Government…

Axeman's Ramblings...

For the past 10 months, I have been visiting an Immigration Detention Centre in Melbourne. In this time, I have meet some of the most amazing, strong, determined and brave people I think that I will ever meet. For many, their incarceration has been over 6 years. They have not been charged with any crime or offence, nor have they been told why they are being held.

Essentially, they are being held indefinitely, with no end in sight. The only reasons given is, that ASIO has determined them to be ‘undesirable’. No further explanation has been given, and therefore no chance for the detainees to defend any accusations made against them.

Imagine for a moment that you and your family were faced with potential harm, murder, rape, beatings, incarceration or persecution for your beliefs, your values or simply due to the colour of your skin, all at the hands of…

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A 14 Hours Road Trip for a Seven Months Pregnant Asylum Seeker

This is heartbreaking, and so wrong. What benefits are there from moving around a heavily pregnant woman, causing her unneeded stress and torment, not to mention the disgusting transport by car for 14 hours! What benefit was there in this?? Fuel costs and wages for the staff would outweigh the cost of a plane ticket.

Just when I think I can not be more disgusted with Serco, Immigration and the Abbott government, this kind of thing comes along and simply stuns me.

Corner Link 角落連結

Can you image a seven months pregnant woman be put in a van for a 14 hours drive from Sydney to Melbourne? This was what Australia Immigration Department and Serco guards did to a Chinese asylum seeker yesterday (23 Feb 2015).

On Sunday (Feb 22), Serco guards failed to transfer Shuang Wei (魏雙) and her husband, Chun He Ma (馬春赫), from Sydney to Darwin by plane because Shuang Wei collapsed at Sydney Domestic Airport.

The couple have been in detention around 16 months and Shuang is now 29 weeks (7 months and 1 week) pregnant. On Saturday (Feb 21), the couple were told by the Immigration Department they would be transferred to Darwin the next day. Since it was on the weekend, it left them no time to get any legal support.

On Sunday morning, Serco guards came to their room and tried to forcefully remove them. Chun He resisted…

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I Become A Pen

My name is Pen
My ink becomes my feelings
My point becomes my soul
The white papers is my field
This is my real life

Without any ink
My feeling becomes seeds
on the empty field
A rich man has caught me
He put me in his pocket
This is now my place

He has exploited me
I first time
I fall down in the field
I turned into seed while
I becomes in touch with my feelings
The ignorant people any happy while
The knowledgeable any angry
I don’t know why people have such
opposite feelings
It is my real feeling

The time is running and running
The people are carrying me
When I am look at them
The people are becoming poor
The people are without freedom
The people are getting ill
The people continue suffering
The people have disappointment
The people are left their footprint for history
The people hope for a glimpse of freedom
When I know why are people created angry
It is the truth

Acreage my feelings are judging me
My feelings are asking me lots of questions
I can’t find the answers
I want to leave this place
I am waiting to leave
When my captor becomes angry
and throw me
This is real life

However,
That day I left him
I was glad when
I stood up for my life
I looked at him again
and realised
We were the same
He is a poetry man
Some time my feeling is
become love by him
Some time my feeling is
become lust by him
I don’t know why I just can’t be I am
He doesn’t look slave people while
He is made dream
He didn’t teach stand up for society
He didn’t like true life
Second time I am going to fell down
I like leave his place
I was waiting for leave
This is my truth life

Again I left him
He is an artist
He is drawn to pains in society
While he is drawn about society’s weeds
He is drawn to nature
who doesn’t like it
He is getting his gift from poor life
He hasn’t fallen yet

I don’t know who will use me
I don’t know my real life but
I am still living in the world
Again and again I fall down in my life
Then I stood up for my life

Again I left him
He is a poor child
He is living in the platform
He took me and with out my soul
He is carrying my feeling
He is bathing my feeling foam
while blowing bubbling
When my feeling leave my body
And I am mixing together with the air
Is when we have freedom

Nature – Servant For All

For the Geniuses,
Nature is a University

For the Ascetics
Nature is a Flowering Garden

For the Divorcees
Nature is a Pregnant Woman

For the Toilers
Nature is Queen of the House

For the idlers
Nature is a Prostitute

For the War Mongers
Nature is Alcohol

For the Intelligent
Nature is a Child

For the Stupid
Nature is God

For the Scientist
Nature is Knowledge

For the Atheist
Nature is a Light House

For the Beggar
Nature is a Guide

Nature is a Treasure
Nobody brought

Nature is a Treasure
Not fully understood by anyone

Minds that astonish at wonders of science
Did man ever create anything found in nature?

Search within you for Scientific and spiritual knowledge
Learn all the technologies you have within you (your inner mechanics)

Untitled

I didn’t cry today
Before I cried every time
I missed my wife
She was a courteous character
When I missed her
I hated her
I had to capture her
Then, I didn’t care
She was living with me
But I didn’t understand
I also didn’t understand my self
I continually hated her but,
she kept loving me

I thought life was hard for long
I didn’t like it
Many times I worried about my life
I can’t understand my life in the world
I have made a mistake in life
I have developed many problems within
Then I didn’t feel it

Then She died one year ago
My soul began to hurt
Now I can understand my mistake
Now I am worried about actions earlier (before)
when I view my life
I want her to live again
I understand my life now
But, when I open my eyes
I can’t see her

I look outside and try again
But I can’t see her
I’m worried about her every day
I want to dream about her
But I can’t find her, but
I wont back down and try in the world
My mind loved her to the last day

Today I found her!
I found her
She is alive in my soul

What happened in the past?
When I searched for her
I was not a good human
I don’t forget her
Now I changed my soul
She is alive inside me
I love much more with her
Life with her is easy and short
Life with her is beautiful and sweet

The Birds Flying In The Sky

The bird’s looking into the desert
no tree, no water, but mirage

The mother bird knows
that the baby’s foot is soft
no tree, no water, but mirage

The baby bird is getting tired
“Mum, I can’t keep flying
I need rest now”
no tree, no water, but mirage

“You keep flying, baby” Mum said
“I can stay in this place” baby said
no tree, no water, but mirage

“The heat will hurt your foot, baby”
“I can’t keep flying, mum
I need some rest”
no tree, no water, but mirage

“Ok… ok baby
Come sit on top of my body”
no tree, no water, but mirage

“I can keep flying because
I have a lot of love for you
no tree, no water, but mirage

My Brothers

My brother killed other people
I don’t know why

The people killed were dark-skinned
They are dark-skinned due to living in this climate
I don’t know why the dark skin is seen as wrong

I do know that in this country, Australia
everyday people fell down
and they did not wake up
As the bullets touched them
they fell down

They did not wake up

I know that the mother was pregnant with my brother
I know that the mother was also pregnant with me

But my eyes are looking different
My soul is looking different

I am looking at the bleeding blood of the dead bodies
I am looking at the bad happenings
I am feeling the pain

The dead bodies tell many stories
The dead bodies leave many footprints
The dead bodies leave many histories

I don’t know if the dead bodies can feel this
But I feel this

When I am walking the good way
The honest way
Then my pain is crying

Read my crying poem

I can’t give a life to these people
But I can tell this story

Overheard in Detention

earlier today, I was reminded of something I heard a few weeks ago. I actually overheard this conversation at the Detention Centre between two children, one from the outside, one a detainee.

Child 1: Whats that scarf on your head?
Child 2: It’s called a Hijab
Child 1: So, why do you wear it on your head?
Child 2: Back home, it was forced upon us. if we left our house without it, we would be arrested. here, I wear it because I choose to wear it. I can take it off whenever I want
Child 1: Do you have hair?
Child 2: Sure! (proceeds to remove it to prove the existence of hair)
Child 1: Cool! lets play!
Child 2: Ok! (replaces her hijab)

If only world politics could work that simple!

My Pain In Heart – Indefinitely Detained Refugee “3”

No words to voice our pain
No tears in our eyes to strain

Caged birds’ agony we discern
Crying all our lives in vain
Who among you realise our pain?

Wings we have
But fly, we not
Survive we do
But senses have not

Known are we
We are Refugees
Oh! Humanity
Where is your empathy?

Who do we bequest?
Couples love, were we born
Objects used by many
Is it fate? Oh! Reason, agony

Want to live, but impotent
Wish to die, but impotent

Half dead, but strive we do
No sin is ours
Lost our human rights
Stand we, refugee

Diary Excerpt #2

Is it a human being that you see when you look at me? From the depths of my pain this question wells up, and I trust that you will open the door to your soul and give me an honest answer. Sometimes I feel I have lost the battle to be respected as a human being, and even your pet dog receives more respect than I do.