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Hope

This is a poem inspired by the life, and death, of David Oluwale.  This is one of the darkest parts of Leeds’ history and, sadly, it is largely forgotten.  Many people read the story today and are shocked that such events could have taken place.  But today our society is seeing a shocking rise in hate crime.

This is a poem inspired by the life, and death, of David Oluwale.  It is dedicated to all victims of hate crime.  It is a poem of hope that some day we will wake up in a better world.

The story of David Oluwale can be read about in The Hounding of David Oluwale by  Kester Aspden.  Information about Amnesty International’s #againsthate campaign can be found here.

Hope

I had hoped to see my home again
My mother
But is it home?
So long I’ve been here now

Stowaway they called me
Hidden in the cargo hold
Even when they tried to smoke us out
I was young and strong
Young and strong and full of hope

I was not the last to come
Or the only one unwelcome
The streets echo with cries
Cries of hate
Cries of fear

Hope is silent

Take away language
Take away colour
Can’t you see we are all the same?
We all have the same hopes

Hopes of a good life
Hopes of a happy life
That’s all

Hope that can’t be killed
No matter how deep the water you throw us into

Copyright, D M Day, 2016

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