Refugee AU 2018 OOM 2

Bodhi felt like cattle, shuffled from pen to pen in the big immigration and asylum processing centre.

Every shade of human misery was caught in those pens with him – children and the elderly, men who had left their families behind or were here to follow them over. Those who had lost everything, or only parts. Quite often of themselves judging by the way their sleeves hung flat or they leant heavily on crutches.

So many had lost their souls along the way too. Eyes flat and dead as the friends and family they lost.

( Step up to the white mark, stay in line... )