Under the sea the waves roll for you and the waves roll for me, but for the dead men they toll as they roll over them, those who sought freedom from oppression only to find a watery grave and who will save them now?
The BBC, the British Broadcasting Crap at first called them illegals flying across the Med' like seagulls but drowning all the same, and they say, 'what's in a name?' I say,
everything when a name's all you can carry as you try to break away from the place you stay because it's impossible to live there another day, some do try and beneath the Mediterranean sky they die, so close to a home they'll never know.
I read that the European Union is offering a bribe to them that survive if they go back to where they came from, well
that's a solution for some but not for me, that's like paying the sea to cough up the dead.
My granddaughter who is six tells me that as we drink we're drinking dinosaur ***,
I think we're drinking the dead from the Mediterranean sea but I didn't tell her that.