It chills my heart; it pains my mind
To learn that one young soul
Has perished in that short sea stretch
From fear to freedom.
“Keep them out” is the hate-filled cry.
“Send them back across the sea,
Or to some equally unsafe nation.”
And, in the meantime, one young soul
Has perished. He who wanted nothing
But to live a life free from fear.
Who can say? Perhaps the fates have given him
A better rest than had been promised.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC
It chills my heart; it pains my mind
To learn that one young soul
Has perished in that short sea stretch
From fear to freedom.
“Keep them out” is the hate-filled cry.
“Send them back across the sea,
Or to some equally unsafe nation.”
And, in the meantime, one young soul
Has perished. He who wanted nothing
But to live a life free from fear.
Who can say? Perhaps the fates have given him
A better rest than had been promised.
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