Look.
Look again.
Don't avert your eyes.
Don't keep scrolling.
A boy alone on a beach.
A product of the dry cheeks of Westminster.
Let the image burn.
Burn until you can't escape it.
Burn until it consumes you.
Until it's all you can picture,
until you finally regain a pulse.
Let the sirens inside you begin as you look,
Let the fire of sadness and anger tear through your veins as you look,
Feel your heart pour out into the image as you look,
Picture his mother, childless as you look,
Picture this thousands and thousands times more as you look,
And keep looking...
N.Hedges
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Look.
Look again.
Don't avert your eyes.
Don't keep scrolling.
A boy alone on a beach.
A product of the dry cheeks of Westminster.
Let the image burn.
Burn until you can't escape it.
Burn until it consumes you.
Until it's all you can picture,
until you finally regain a pulse.
Let the sirens inside you begin as you look,
Let the fire of sadness and anger tear through your veins as you look,
Feel your heart pour out into the image as you look,
Picture his mother, childless as you look,
Picture this thousands and thousands times more as you look,
And keep looking...
N.Hedges
My poem in response to the desperate need for aid to the refugees across Europe. The image of the boy on the beach has finally called people to arms to do something. The independant has released an article with links on how you can help. Linked -http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/5-practical-ways-you-can-help-refugees-trying-to-find-safety-in-europe-10482902.html
