Open

 

Drowning in freezing choppy waters,

some poor soul's sons or daughters.

Just trying to build a life,

lost at sea, no vital signs.

Rest in peace,

find your place in the sunshine.

Tory leaders try to spin

this into some right-wing win.

All we see is death and pain,

no winners in their awful game.

 

Migrants, asylum seekers, refugees.

They are people,

just like you and me.

Trying to make a life,

to build a future away from strife.

But so many believe

that we shouldn't be standing with open arms.

That we should put up barriers

and sound the alarms.

 

Britain isn't full it’s not even close,

it's not closed for business.

Where the white cliffs arose,

there should be a welcome mat,

not a sign saying turn back.

Britain isn't full,

but so many believe this lie

and they cheer and whoop

when innocent die.

 

Crossing seas to escape.

On ice cold waves they met their fate.

Hearts stopped beating,

life is so fleeting.

Fleeing, arbitrary man-made lines,

that divide the world

into yours and mine.

 

 

Thanks for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle