Sep 2015
On the shallow beach
Your body was floating
Cold, Quiet
Eyes open, looking for hope
In humanity, that is lost
Your body was floating
Cold, Quiet
Eyes open, looking for hope
In humanity, that is lost
The pictures of the kids floating dead after drowning trying to reach Europe still haunts me. I wonder which is better, to die under the rubble of your home, starvation or drowning!
(37/M/Earth)
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