Refugees

We create with our arrogance
Terrible strife
We transform our dreams
And forgo true life

People lose everything
And make a break
Get on a boat
Just something to take

Perhaps with their child
A bag or two
All that they worked for is gone
Now they do

What they never expected
To run for their life
To take on the anger
Which builds into strife

Across the sea
And to a new shore
They run up the beach
Escaping our war

And what happens then
The cameras roll
And policeman with truncheons
Climb out of their hole

Tear gas and savagery
What do they do
Run for their lives
These thoughts are not new

Tripped up by journalists
To fall on the floor
Where is the love
Replaced by a war

Just lovely people
Who had to go
To try to escape
The factions who show

To level their houses
To pilfer their stuff
To shit in their toilets
Have we seen enough

Trip the child over
Stand in their way
Knock them to the floor
In your ugly way

We feel all your loathing
The awful bad blood
The malice a fore thought
It begins to flood

Out of your veins
You who lost nothing here
Trip up a child
Who is running in fear

You fucking rotters
One day maybe you
Will be tripped up by someone
Who wants to do
What you did to trip you
See you on the floor
Just lying crying
A victim or war