The hand was dealt,
the stage blue,
the weather bright,
hearts full of light,
gone from conflict,
new horizon,
new hope new life.
The hand stolen,
ship stranded,
cries calling,
upon the insatiable blue.
Now fear true,
refugee to forever live at sea,
food waning thirst growing,
hope evaporating,
life slipping.
61 there were none of this age,
but of varying number to babies of 1,
horror growing tears streaming parents dying,
baby adopted by cruel inevitable fate.
True meaning to glimmer of hope,
NATO might human light,
NATO nearby,
Gave only a flyby,
Perhaps the refugee stain,
was not for their pure plains.
Human hand cannot condemn,
cruel action of such degree,
have man responsible be,
adopted by cruel inevitable fate.
Fellow man left to expire,
all to drop and die,
baby removed of worth,
stolen close to birth,
oh how we cry of our humanity.
Empty ship taken back to shore,
back to conflict,
back to death,
back to Africa.