A tiny boat floats alone
Under an everlasting midnight sky
The children on board no longer have a home
Some too young to understand why

Freezing ocean spray whipping their face
Can’t recall the last hot meal they ate
Longing for the warmth of a mother’s embrace
All they’ve felt on this journey is hate

The motion of the boat making some sick
Water so rough, cracks start to appear
Maybe this promise was just another trick
Then suddenly another boat draws near

Men with cameras filming like a show
No offers to help, they just stand and stare
The default response for some has become no
Are we at the point that we just don’t care

Arriving safely and overcome with joy
Maybe this is finally the start
Not a danger or threat, just a young boy
Who’s had his whole world torn apart

People like to preach about being kind
But this seems to come with specific terms
Maybe we need to bear our privilege in mind
Maybe we still have a lot to learn