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A boy on a beach.

For Aylan Kurdi.

A boy on a beach, playing games?
Playing dead.
As the human race watches,
At home, safe in its bed.
And half the world mourns,
“Save them all, bring them here.”
Their humanity shown in the track of a tear.
But the noisy minority expose their fears,
That they’re after our riches, “It’ll all end in tears.
With violence and nail bombs and rivers of blood,
A finale of horrors, it’ll come to no good,”
And Hatist, racist, bigoted louts,
Tweet bad tweets and shout bad shouts.
And nationalist nutters spout their bile,
On facebook not aware they are vile.
The boy strides the heavens,
The stars for his toys.
In a place with no war,
Just peace for little boys.

(2015)

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