To Europe

The children of Syria
Are dead off Zuwara
Freedom where I live
Is becoming forgotten:
Walls heightening
Humanity drive out
And racist rhetoric in.
I looked across the oceans
And saw this little girl
In the polka dot dress
Washed up on the shore
I looked across the oceans
And saw this little boy still
In nappies so like my son:
Drowned there his body
Given up to the waves.
Europe, open the borders
The children of Syria
Are dead off Zuwara.
Europe, open the borders.