Ms. Alvarez suspected as illegal alien,
Sent back on plane with Band-Aids and
Borrowed wheel-chair as she disabled,
Strapped in, this woman, guess 42,
Deported, no worries, dropped off in
The Philippines where she belongs.

At City Hall crèche they suss something
Shocking when Mrs. Young not pick up
Her son and before long, her two little
Aussie kids wait for their mum in foster
Homes, maybe wondering all the time
When she was coming back.

A public servant could have picked up the
Pieces of an error in judgement that showed
The woman left for dead on the streets of
Manila was Australian citizen and the Mother.

The file was left to lie like dog on hot stinky day
Until another foreign lady with no money, I.D.
Presence of mind or purpose had enough time
Inside for witnesses to gather in one voice
And shout so wrong, but for Mrs. Young,
Nee Alvarez, she not have the 'luxury'
Of unjust Detention, she got quick
Smart State execution to her land of birth.

Her siblings say she never show up,
'We didn't know she here, where she go?
No-body told us in these years till now.'
No person in this world wants to imagine
What befell Vivian all that time ago
When the forces of Australian government
Policy has no compassion or fair-go
For the mentally unwell, so expedient are
They to hide away and leave for dead,
Before the Light could shine on their faces,
Because they can't find a place for them
In this Nation's heart.