GREECE REFLECTION: Poems from the Brink of Despair; powerful voices of refugees in detention of Moria
In Moria, refugees are proud to be sick.
I broke my arm to get a medical certificate.
If you have been tortured you can sell yourself as vulnerable.
Being mentally ill is the price to pay for safe passage.
It’s easier for a sinner to enter paradise
than for a refugee to get asylum in Greece.
Why do you, all the guilty ones,
Want to teach us lessons in morality?
You prevent us from being happy.
Us, the brave ones.