Nobody heard them, the 900,
But still they lay screaming.
We were much further out than they were,
And not waving but drowning.
Poor migrants, lured to a better life –
Now they’re dead.
It must have been too hot for them
In Gambia, Senegal, Syria, they said,
Oh no no no, it was too hot always,
Still, the stranded ones lay screaming.
We were much further out than they were,
And not waving but drowning.