Washes up on the cold shore
Of a sun-trap beach
The soaking red shirt
Those water-sodden blue shorts
A life not yet four
The shortness of life
Adrift on an open sea
Ended hopelessly
Washed in on the tide
Human being as flotsam
A sign of lost hope
Seeking a new lifeEscaping from those bad men
Ignored by mad men
A short little life
Swept away by the ocean
Humanity's lost tide
Shocked at this cruel sight
Stone-cold heartless politics
Slams our borders closed
As we watch and wait
Refugees keep on running
With nowhere to go
Whilst watching their plight
Dark minds just think of reasons
To keep them all out
The waves keep coming
The cold sea gives us its dead
Again and again
If nothing is done
Before this summer has gone
There'll be many more
Martin A W Holmes, September 3rd, 2015
The same press who whip up anti-immigrant hatred will now whip up immigrant compassion and in a few weeks, when this little boy is no more that a picture waiting to appear a few years down the line in a coffee table book, will whip up the hatred again.
ReplyDeleteJust let them in. The financial cost is so negligible and the real cost so terrible.