Hani Abdile

End offshore detention #251

Dear Prime Minister,

Time Goes

Time goes, time goes.
I was alone inside your stomach
Time goes, time goes.
I was born and I was called my child
Time goes, time goes.

I was a little girl and I played a lot
Time goes, time goes
I was a girl who could help with housework
Time goes, time goes

I was a girl who could make mature decisions, according to my culture
Time goes, time goes
I had triumphant blessings from my grandmother
Time goes, time goes

I was traveling alone and left my loved ones
Time goes, time goes
I was caring more about my safety and education
Time goes, time goes
I was alone and needed more help
Time goes, time goes
I was in the middle of the sea.
No one could help me, except God
Time goes, time goes.

I was out of the water.
I thought I would start a new life full of joy.

Woe to the world.
I am in detention now.
I don’t know about my future
or when I will be free.
— Hani Abdile, from her book "I Will Rise"

Close the camps and bring them here.

For the 212th man on Manus Island

Dear Prime Minister,

This is an excerpt of Hani Abdile's poem "The Fence", published in "I Will Rise"

The only thing your want right now
is to keep them in detention forever
and damage their little remaining hope.
No home, no education, no future for them.

It’s time Australian people knew.
It’s time to blast their silence.
I am sure they want to know
what you are hiding behind the fence.
— The Fence, by Hani Abdile

Hani has dedicated her poem to "the little kids behind the fence." What is the worth of our country if it demands the cost of thousands of lives in detention?

Close the camps and bring them here.