The children

I looked into their eyes.

The    Children

Through the dirt and thro’ the      tears.

The Children.
The sorrow and the pain.

The Children.
In the mud and in the rain.

The Children.
Across murderous terrain.

The Children.
In overcrowded boats, in vain.

The Children.
From far off Syria they came.

The Children.
To our eternal shame.

The Children.
We closed off all our borders.

The Children.
The armies under orders.

The Children.
They sat dying huddled in corners.

The Children.
They talked about world aid.

The Children.
Over lunch in rooms first grade.

The Children.
Decisions too long delayed.

The Children.
We should bow our heads in shame

The Children.
Too many now to claim.

The Children.
On the economy a drain.

The Children.
Send them back from where they came

The Children.
An atrocity again.

The Children.
Do we want to understand.

The Children.
We just pretend to lend a hand.

The Children.
Lye dying on the strand.

The Children.

 

 

 

 

 

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