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Ambrose Musiyiwa

There Will Always Be One More Thing

The function, the very serious function of racism is distraction. It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining, over and over again, your reason for being. Somebody says you have no language and you spend twenty years proving that you do. Somebody says your head isn’t shaped properly so you have scientists working on the fact that it is. Somebody says you have no art, so you dredge that up. Somebody says you have no kingdoms, so you dredge that up. None of this is necessary. There will always be one more thing.  

   ~ Toni Morrison, 1975.

A nobleman, a man of God. 

His name was George.

He confessed his belief 

In the one true God.

 

Patron Saint of Aragon, Catalonia, and Georgia, 

Patron Saint of Romania, Lithuania, and Serbia, 

Patron Saint of Greece, Portugal, and Moscow,

Patron Saint of Germany, and England,

 

His name was George.

He confessed his belief in the one true God.

A nobleman, a man of God, his name was George.


Somebody says Europe can’t cope 

can’t possibly cope 

with African and Asian refugees.


We’d be over-run,

Patron Saint of Archers.


It’d be too much, 

Patron Saint of Cavalry and Cavalrymen.

We’d be ruined.

Tainted,

Patron Saint of Scouts and Soldiers.

 

We’d be overwhelmed, 

Patron Saint of Riders and Saddlers.

We’d be diluted,

Patron Saint of Fencers and Field workers.


A noble man, a man of God.

His name was George.

He confessed his belief in the one true God.


Patron Saint of Ethiopia, 

Patron Saint of Lebanon, 

Patron Saint of Syria,

Patron Saint of Palestine,

 

Somebody says African and Asian men 

women 

and children 

fleeing war, 

conflict, 

persecution,

extreme poverty

violence

do so 

illegally.

 

His name was George.

He confessed his belief in the one true God.

He was afflicted with many evils,

But his spirit was not broken.


Patron Saint of Greece, Portugal, and Germany, 

Patron Saint of England, and Moscow,

Patron Saint of Lithuania, Romania, and Serbia,

Patron Saint of Aragon, Catalonia, and Georgia,


His name was George.

He was afflicted with many evils.

But his spirit was not broken.


Somebody says African and Asian refugees 

men

women 

and children

can’t possibly be human

can only be illegal

 

criminal

for surviving deserts 

border zones

seas

and the jungle,

 

can’t be human

 

can only be small boats

 

for swimming the moat

and scaling the fortress,

can’t be human

 

for wanting to feel safe

and for wanting to live 

and breathe

and dream

 

simply

 

cannot, 


can’t be human

 

He was afflicted with many evils,

But his spirit was not broken.

He confessed his belief in the one true God.

 

Patron Saint of Ethiopia, 

Patron Saint of Lebanon,

Patron Saint of Syria,

Patron Saint of Palestine,

 

Somebody says Europe can’t cope

simply can’t cope


with this invasion


with these black, Muslim numbers

these small boats

 

these non-humans


can’t possibly do for black(/s) African and Muslim(/s) Asian refugees

what we did for white, Christian, blue-eyed, blond, middle-class, working-class European men women and children Ukrainian refugees who look like us and live in houses and drive cars and go on holiday and go to work, church, the club, and school like us and who ….

 

Then, when he had died,

He arose again from the dead.

He arose again from the dead.

 

Patron Saint of Georgia, Aragon, and Catalonia, 

Patron Saint of Germany, Greece, and Lithuania,

Patron Saint of Moscow, Portugal, and Romania,

Patron Saint of Serbia,

Patron Saint of England,

 

Somebody says Europe is a garden

built of freedom

economic prosperity

and social cohesion

 

an exception

 

built of beautiful things

intellectual life

and wellbeing

 

Then, when he had died,

He arose again from the dead.

He arose again from the dead.

And began at once to preach.

 

Yes, we’ve built a garden.

Europe is a garden, 

and the rest of the world, a jungle.

 

Patron Saint of Greece,Portugal, and Germany, 

Patron Saint of England, and Moscow,

Patron Saint of Lithuania, Romania and Serbia,

Patron Saint of Catalonia, Georgia, and Aragon,

 

Somebody says the jungle

by different ways and means

will invade us

 

He arose again from the dead.

He arose again from the dead

And began at once to preach.

 

Protector against the plague, 

Protector against leprosy, 

Protector against venomous snakes,

 

His name was George.

He confessed his belief in the one true God.

A nobleman, a man of God, his name was George.


Somebody says African and Asian men, women and children

drowning four times

can’t be human

simply can’t,

 

cannot be human

 

can only be illegal

warehousable

transportable

trade-able

fungible

small boats

numbers

the missing

an invasion

units

a flood

waves

strange fish

mermen on ship rudders sailing oceans propelled by delusions of walking on land 

manacled, straitjacketed birds still–bursting throttling songs of redemption from broken wristsngs broken legs broken necks and crushed chests on chartered deportation flights 

nothing to see here

nothing to hear

what would you like to eat, sir

what would you like to drink, ma’am

fasten your seat-belts

enjoy the onboard entertainment

Icarus intent on disturbing 31-year-old, Clapham, south-west London software engineer’s Polish beer

strange fruit

one in, one out

deal

of single 

fighting age 

men

who have no rights 

to want 

our jobs

our women

our NHS

our schools

houses

hotels

 

children

He arose again from the dead

And began at once to preach.

 

Patron Saint of Ethiopia, 

Patron Saint of Lebanon,  

Patron Saint of Syria,

Patron Saint of Palestine,


Somebody says Britain must reduce the numbers

send the navy

send the army

send MI5 and MI6

send James Bond

M

the police

The Doctor

the drones

send the patriots

the knights and the SAS

send the villagers and towners

clear them out

run them out

round them up

stop them

by any means

bang them up

string them up

reduce

smash 

the foreign

numbers

the small boats

vermin

send them back

the carcasses 

throw them back 

against the border

the tunnel

the channel

into the sewage

the water 

the river and the sea

the death camps

the labs

the killing fields

human zoos

concentration camps

border zones

slave markets

open air and for-profit 

prisons

deserts

disused military barracks

detention centres

shipping containers

barges

Rwanda

South Sudan

Ghana

Uganda

Eswatini

fish

and meat

markets

grinders

wars

fence them in

conflict

let them drown

in refugee camps

tents 

sands

persecution

they ain’’t no rare earth minerals

nor oil and gas nor semiconductors

nor markets for our missiles, bunker buster bombs and F-35s

these

 

O God,

who didst grant to Saint George strength and constancy,

preserve, through his intercession,

our faith from wavering

 

because for them

no visas

no e-gates

no family reunion

no safe routes

no sanctuary

 

because they are not 

cannot be

can’t be human

 

these numbers

these small boats

this invasion

 

send the navy

send the army

cut their feet off

deflate their dinghies

let them drown in the sun

detritus at borders

carrion

driftwood

 

because we can’t cope

 

because Europe is a garden

 

because the rest of the world

is not blue-eyed blond a jungle

 

and the jungle 

wants

 

to invade    

us.

 

He rose again from the dead.

He arose again from the dead

And began at once to preach.

 

And The Sirens, still –

with songs of freedom 

– to thy treacherous coasts lure 

the displaced

 

to these hard, hard coasts

 

Wade in the water


Wade in the water, children 


Wade in the water

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References:

[1] Bob Marley & The Wailers. (1991). Redemption Song

[2] Deaths of immigration detainees. 2017-2025. Inquest

[3] Early church intercessory prayers

[4] European Diplomatic Academy: Opening remarks by High Representative JosepBorrell at the inauguration of the pilot programme. European Commission, 13 October 2022 

[5] Four Nigerians survive 14 days on ship’s rudder before Brazilian rescue. The Guardian, 1 August 2023

[6] Hayden, S. (2022). My Fourth Time, We Drowned. Fourth Estate, 2022

[7] Holiday, A. (2024). “African Icarus”,in Japa Fire: An Anthology of Poems on African and African Diasporic Migration. CivicLeicester, 2024: 32

[8] Kale, S. (2021). Out of thin air: the mystery of the man who fell from the sky. The Guardian, 15 April 2021

[9] Krause, U. (2021). Colonial roots of the 1951 Refugee Convention and its effects on the global refugee regime. J IntRelat Dev 24, 599–626 

[10] Lady Blacksmith Mambazo. (1986). Homeless

[11] McKittrick, K. (2015). Sylvia Wynter: On Being Human as Praxis. Duke University Press

[12] Mayblin, L. and Turner, J. (2021). Migration Studies and Colonialism. Polity

[13] Morrison, T. (1975). LECTURE: A Humanist View. The Black Agenda Review, 26 March 2025

[14] Ogude-Chambert, H. (2024). “Strange Fish”, in Japa Fire: An Anthology of Poems on African and African Diasporic Migration. CivicLeicester, 2024: 72 

[15] Rule Britannia

[16 The Georgslied (Song of St. George)

[17] The Spirituals. (2021). Wade in the water

Ambrose Musiyiwa is a poet and journalist with a background in the intersection between activism, migration, and community action. He coordinates Journeys in Translation, an international, volunteer-driven initiative that is translating Over Land, Over Sea: Poems for those seeking refuge (Five Leaves Publications, 2015) into other languages. Ambrose is also on the editorial board of the Africa Migration Report Poetry Anthology Series. Blog: https://ambrosemusiyiwa.blogspot.com/

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