I sit at the cliff’s edge
staring at the ocean
which leads to the distant Red sea.
Through the howling winds and crashing waves
I can hear the cries of thousands of children in fear.
As they embark on this treacherous journey
of a ongoing nightmare.
No drinking water in sight
faces filled with fright
try has they might
they cannot fight
the hunger that strikes.
They wail and weep
terrified to sleep
For if they do they may end up in the tide’s grasp that places them barren at the shores feet.
Don’t you hear them crying? Their plights for help!
Are our hearts so harden that it makes some of us deaf?
Deaf to the cries of the migrants in the west.
~ Xavier Frazer©