Crisis

Suddenly i am an alien
But I never came from Mars
I actually came from Syria
Out there in the stars
Bombed out of my mothers house
Thrown aboard a boat
That sailed under the night sky
And then it was not afloat

I was struggling in the water
And then was washed to shore
Lying in the breakers
Wondering what for
Where was my dear mother
I was now alone
Crying on a beach somewhere
Something,I had not known

Before this very moment
A dark and lonely place
A refugee whatever that was
With a bloodied face
I was unacclimatized
To what was going on
As to where my mother was
I just knew she was gone

Where. I was I did not know
In foreign parts for sure
In a great state of confusion
And feeling very sore
My hands were bleeding
As was my ear
From that shambles on the boat
Suddenly it was upside down
And yes I was afloat

I had Never been a swimmer
But I had learned to float
And so I got onto a beach
That was something of note
But nobody else was with me
I just began to cry
I honestly thought my time was up
And that I was going to die

What was to be my destiny
I didn’t know where I was
And were the natives friendly
Well yea just because
I did feel really frightened
And hungry I was so hungry
I could eat sand
As I am sure some people was
Eating what they found upon the beach
However they
Eating Crabs and prawns and sea weed
And whatever looked okay

Someone came and took my photo
God knows where it be
Slapped on face book I expect
For the armchair lot to see
Begging for some money to save us
I expect
And I hope people will give a hand
Somehow I detect

That despite things getting harder
Pictures of me will test
Their nerves I am sure do not ignore
The plea and all the rest
We are, in a great quandary
What will become of me
No parents and no papers
And straight out of the sea

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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