We are the least of men
Iranians, Afghanis, Sudanese
Stuck on Manus forever
Outside the camp the locals will attack us
Cutting us down like dogs
They hack us with machetes
Inside the camp we die in our souls
Of neglect
Of disease
Of madness
In tropical heat
We cry out to your conscience
For you to set us free
For we are losing hope
And feeling dead inside
We are punished for coming on a boat
When Australia was built by people arriving by boat
We are a national staining shame
For if you do this to us now
Who will be next?