Here’s a poem I wrote for Comhlamh fifteen years ago, on the introduction of Direct Provision. They launched a booklet and asked me to say a few words. I read the booklet, was horrified, and wrote this poem. It’s with a sense of shame that I submit it, fifteen years later, with Direct Provision, supposedly introduced as a temporary measure, still in force.
I’ll be performing it, with musical accompaniment by Brian Fleming, at the Sheehy-Skeffington Human Rights School in the Irish Institute Dublin on 18th April.
Direct Provision
A Protest Poem
Written by Donal O’Kelly in April 2000
I
Sleeping, eating, thinking,
Sleeping, eating, thinking,
Fifteen pounds a week – what else but
Sleeping, eating, thinking.
You’re in your rainy centre
Looking out the door
On your fourth cup of too-weak tea
At the people passing by
In cars and on buses and wheeling bikes
Mammies with buggies and kids with mits
And a lollipop lady dodging the splashes
From lorries in the pothole puddles …
And you think
How you would like
To have somewhere to go
And something busy to do
In the falling morning rain
But you’re consigned, asylum-seeker
You’re confined to
Sleeping, eating, thinking,
Sleeping, eating, thinking,
On fifteen pounds a week – what else but
Sleeping – eating – thinking.
II
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