Shahin Shabanian
The sea claimed one more victim
Not a vacationer lacking skills to swim.
Aylan was a boy of three
Who was forced to be a refugee
He was a little boy of three
Who was escaping carnage and tyranny
He fell victim to the sea
When he was forced to flee
He had dreams for a better future to see,
Than his country ruined by our “building democracy”
His mother and brother were drowned having the same dream
When they tried to escape on a rickety boat filled to the rim.
And this is what there was to see:
His little body on the shore of Mediterranean sea,
Which made our hearts cry for this misery
A tiny body, lying down, motionless on the sand
With his red shirt, on the shore of a foreign land
Lying lifeless in a fetal position on his doom
As if seeking the safety of his mother’s womb.
Child, when you are out of your mother’s womb
There is no security in this world to room
Politicians don’t care if you live or die
Unless they get what they want, the rest is a lie
Profiteers, powerful and criminals have no humanity
They care less for your tears, as they bomb your community
At the end of a day, they hug and kiss their children
But you will never be hugged and kissed again.
