Farhad has been detained for more than 30 months offshore. He is both an artist and a poet, coming to poetry whilst incarcerated in our black site on Manus.
THESE LONG DAYS
Distressing, depressing moods move and
Wash like waves
Inside me now
Though I go above
To survey the sea
To gaze at waves
In a wind that makes
Tree limbs dance
And leaves to tremble.
How romantic this should be!
But never now for me
Glaring at Mother Nature from my cursed grey cage
Speaking from my heart
In nothing but the language of complaint.
Then I’m in a jail of grief-dreams
When night surrounds me
With its own particular darkness
Yet still I wait
For the light
– Farhhad Bandash
Edit by Melita Luck
I hear screaming within a silent night
The one that you hear, but can’t see
The one that you know is a human voice, but you can’t help
The one whose suffering you feel, but you can’t share their pain
You hear their steps, but you are waiting
for the time they can appear
to be heard and be helped.
They are still screaming
It sounds like a storm on a summer night.
Their world is dark and everyone around them
pretends to be blind or deaf, of the reality.
They talk carefully, when they tell their awful past.
This is their story.
It’s part of their history.
This is what is worthy to write.
– Farhad, 2015