Jan 2018
'A slave to freedom'
We watched you sail; take to the sea in a rubber boat.
Take to troubled waters; and do your best to stay afloat.
So many lost souls, in the deep blue Aegean Sea.
The waters gently whisper, come and stay with me.
And as you slip below the waves; we wave goodbye;
It’s money verses conscience and so goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!
Then every eye watched you struggle to the shore,
We watched you knock, and knock, and knock, upon closed doors.
Another immigrant “a slave to freedom”
A nations money verses conscience; except on Sundays!
We may offer prays as an act of sympathetic generosity,
But won’t shoulder the burden like Simon!
So Back! Back! Let's not rock the boat!
We watched you sail; take to the sea in a rubber boat.
Take to troubled waters; and do your best to stay afloat.
So many lost souls, in the deep blue Aegean Sea.
The waters gently whisper, come and stay with me.
And as you slip below the waves; we wave goodbye;
It’s money verses conscience and so goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!
Then every eye watched you struggle to the shore,
We watched you knock, and knock, and knock, upon closed doors.
Another immigrant “a slave to freedom”
A nations money verses conscience; except on Sundays!
We may offer prays as an act of sympathetic generosity,
But won’t shoulder the burden like Simon!
So Back! Back! Let's not rock the boat!
I wrote the following poem, after watching thousands of terrified Syrian refugees, struggle to cross the Aegean Sea; rowing away from tyranny in rubber boats, only to find their neighbors pushing them back...
I believe the utopia we are all striving for will not be rooted in economics, but in solidarity, kindness and love.
During this time I spoke to a vicar who stated that there simply isn't enough money or room for these survivors in the UK.
(Where was her faith? when we needed it?)
I believe the utopia we are all striving for will not be rooted in economics, but in solidarity, kindness and love.
During this time I spoke to a vicar who stated that there simply isn't enough money or room for these survivors in the UK.
(Where was her faith? when we needed it?)
