You slipped through fingers
– tyrants and terror of zeal
How fear must linger
infant eyes, begging: Feel.
Hope lies on the oceans,
guarded by tempests and beastly gale
Forced by fate through the motions
with wretched Death you set sail…
Body of humanity
lying lifeless in Turkish sands
slain by wars and nationality
that sealed shut selfish hands
washed up on a tide of tears
murdered by the war machine’s gears
An untimely meeting with an embrace of waves
for we saw not people in those countless graves.
So if we see not in your coffin a child, a son,
certain we are that of hearts we have none.
it will matter not that we wail
If we follow fear’s orders
and bolster our borders,
your memory we will fail.