On the horizon just a ‘dot’. In an over full craft refugees risk their lives for a new homeland.
I hope they made it here. A pity I couldn’t get close-ups.
‘Rule Britannia is out of bounds, To my mother, my dog, and clowns’ – Bowie
In seven months their world blew up
In seven days it ends
In seven hours they’ll be nothing left
Not an enemy nor a friend
In seven minutes they’ll sink or swim
Will they live or will they die?
Sink or swim, swim or sink
Will today be their last goodbye?
Shaven heads, beer bellied, white skinned trash
All xenophobes make double sure
“They’ll get no welcome here today
Their skin don’t match our colour”
A sandy beach and safety
Paradise for a lost Syrian
A home bombed flat, no future there
The xenophobes don’t give a damn
They can’t see that race hatred’s wrong
They don’t know their ‘ass from a hole in the ground’
A Randy Newman song
The Border Force helicopter spots them. I hope they’re on the refugee’s side.
All goes quiet, for now.
A Zoolon song. A mini protest. I hope you enjoy;
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