Look out in the sea a colourful craft
\nPacked to the gunnels with people
\nIts daf’t
\nSo sad
\nSo ridiculous
\nSo many souls
\nHuddled together
\nSeemingly poles
\nAway from normality
\nLocked in this way
\nBobbing and rocking out in the sea spray<\/p>\n
Arriving at Lebos
\nAll these refugees
\nSomehow together
\nSomehow they did squeeze
\nInto an inflatable
\nRocked too and fro
\nJust by themselves
\nAlone they did go<\/p>\n
And now they are lost
\nTo the world
\nThrough the great
\nStorm of life
\nThey were hurled
\nAnd now they are somewhere
\nSome other souls stand
\nOn the beach other roles
\nHelping them understand
\nGuiding them slowly into the shore
\nClambering over the rocks
\nThe passion raw
\nChildren look cold
\nThey are wet
\nSome are blue
\nThe rescuers standing there
\nMaybe its you<\/p>\n
They just open their hearts
\nHelp by being there
\nAs others are facing
\nSuch awful despair
\nImagine their plight
\nImagine their woe
\nImagine their pain
\nWhen deciding to go<\/p>\n
Leaving behind their lives really they
\nWere pushed into these boats
\nTo sail far away<\/p>\n
Without any idea
\nWhere they could be
\nAt the bottom perhaps
\nOf the salty sea
\nThese are the lucky ones
\nThey Have survived
\nThey wanted to so much
\nHow they have strived<\/p>\n
To get where they are
\nAnd they are here today
\nInfants and children
\nWet with the spray<\/p>\n
Those war making bastards
\nThey know who they are
\nInvading Iraq on a whim
\nJust to spar
\nWith the oil and the money
\nThe grey suits proclaim
\nIt was because of Saddam Hussain<\/p>\n
Now all we have left are the ruins of war
\nThe ugliness unfairness and so much more
\nThese are its victims people like you
\nAnd me but for fortune
\nWhat can we do<\/p>\n
We can extend our hand
\nExtend our hearts
\nTry to understand
\nIts us on the carts
\nWe all are the flotsum and jetsum
\nOf life
\nCaused by the grey suits
\nTheir psychopathy rife<\/p>\n
Who live in their mansions
\nOr are on speaking tours
\nGrabbing vast sums of money
\nAnd the direst applause
\nFrom the wankers supporting them
\nYes men who go
\nAlong with this carnage
\nAs the refugees grow<\/p>\n
Boat loads arriving
\nThough many are lost
\nImagine those moments
\nThat terrible cost
\nAs babies are flung
\nInto cold salty sea
\nPeople like you and people
\nLike me<\/p>\n
All human beings wanting to live
\nWho were promised a life
\nBut now they must give
\nUp everything they worked for
\nReally to be
\nHuddled together on the salt sea<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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