Buffeting over the crashing waves,
tears stream over downcast faces.
Drop in the ocean, those salty tears,
grieving the plight of those left behind,
mourning lives that have long ago died,
lives that could never have been survived.
Going out of tired minds.
Huddled, aching, cramped,
confined in this airless container,
like cattle, branded, stamped,
and sent on their way to slaughter.
Somebodies’ poor son or daughter.
As the bouncing
jostles already bruised joints,
the agony is thick in the air.
You can feel it like electricity.
Every creak of the boat, every bump,
every twitch,
every swear word
spoken in hushed tones,
and the slick sickly scent of fear
seeps through the air.
Tickling every nostril hair,
making each mouth gag and retch.
Begging to get out,
breathe clean air and stretch
but no respite comes, just hours, days
spent rocking in this tiny room,
too many bodies, the heat overcomes,
the air thick, not reaching despairing lungs.
A crash
as the storm hits the ship.
bodies rocketed,
and the salt water
starts to rush in.
Just a pocket
of rancid air to breathe,
and that pocket is filling.
Too weakened to scream,
so, they accept the cold waters embrace,
and the depths of this ocean sized grave.
And on the shores
the reports talk of migrants,
invasions, hoards, swarms
trying to gain,
trying to take jobs, homes
and more.
Trying to bleed a nation dry.
So, they set up camps,
asylum ships,
deportation trips.
Fill ears with voices that scream and rant,
about our lands being overrun
and our rights being slowly undone.
Well I say fuck our lands,
and fuck our supposedly glorious sands.
If people have to die trying to survive
I'd rather we all
hold out our hands
and welcome them home alive.
Thanks for reading
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