Like a deadly meteorite fleeing from home
and heading towards the earth,
this caravan, filled with woes and wants
are headed towards us
while you pride in your thousands of square
meter wall and  ten thousand king kongs.  

With parched throats and charred skin,
gory memories of war and violence
in their heads, behind them;
They have made it through the desert,
through the fire and fury of the sun.
They are on their way to a paradise
That’s lost her glory and grace.

They are the itinerant ants
finding their way across the Mediterranean.
Another troop of victims from
where life is hard and hopes are dimmed
by human flaws, follies and greed.

Life is fleeting, so is the chip
on your shoulders, and the power you wield.  
how long would you watch life spill
from ordinary people
when you have the world in your pocket?

Life is a mirror,
and shattered are their dreams, their hopes.
how much more damage
your actions, your inaction shall cost us
while those lives and dreams
are trapped in the backlash of your follies?

Truth is a bitter pill.
And I know it chokes you
as it smashes your glass chin ego.