Refugees
A name, an age, a person too
They have their hopes and dreams
Yet tales of greed, dehumanised
It’s sad to see these themes
A Mum, a Dad, a friend or child
With fear set in their eyes
They board the boat or train or truck
Around them filth and flies
The risks they take to leave their homes
And set sail for new shores
You think they’d leave if choice was there
And lands weren’t filled with wars?
For those who last a trip from hell
And aren’t seized by the tides
The last thing that they need from us
Is for us to chastise
I'd like to know how many souls
Must wash up on our sands
Before we learn to welcome these
And give them helping hands
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