This poem is written by ‘S’. He was accommodated at Napier Barracks until February 2021 when he was moved to alterative accommodation.
Is it a jail or is it a prison, or is it a detention centre?
The situation is no longer tolerable and the mind is stricken with a vibration
We do not know, they told us it was a shelter and residence for us
They said it to us, with confidence and pride
But nothing suggests that
We started to lose the sense of security, we even lost confidence in ourselves
Scary barriers and thoughts come from afar
There is no outlet for us but a yard surrounded by iron walls
The days pass as before, nothing new, nothing new
Between meals and sleep, no activities, no classes or lessons.
Every day the same ritual.
We are tired … our souls narrowed
Our fear was increased by the news we hear about a new strain of the virus
Sleep deserts our eyes, insomnia, restless and alerted
From time to time, we just get bored.
Britain’s First Refugee Camp
Napier Barracks resident ‘S’ and Project Pause co-creator Maddie share their experiences of what has been called Britain’s first refugee camp on The Worldwide Tribe podcast: