Sea of Bodies

Wake up,
Roll over,
Turn on that smartphone,
Information at your fingertips,
Images in a blink,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

Shut yourself in your room,
Turn on your heating,
Curl up in bed,
You can't hear the pain,
You can't see the destruction,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

You will only ever drift on the sea,
On a cruise ship,
On your daddy's yacht,
You'll only ever hunger,
When you left your cash in the car,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

Running out of resources,
Will always be an excuse,
But places like this don't understand desperation,
Lies after lies,
Excuses after excuses,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

Not enough room, not enough room,
But how can one have more right to land than another,
You'll never rot on a lorry ride,
You'll never hear your children drown,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

You'll never know the ignorance,
You'll never receive the abuse,
You'll never be excluded,
For your race or religion,
You're white and Christian, right?
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

You'll never swim in a sea of bodies,
Unless you created the massacre,
The shores are blocked by barricades of people,
But you're safe,
You're home,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

If the tables should turn,
If the place turns dismal,
If the Churches turn cold,
If the oppression is reversed,
You'll be floating in a sea of bodies,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

But when you're floating in the sea of bodies,
To whom will you turn?
The ones you shunned before?
No room, no room, no resources, no resources,
Oh golly gosh! OH blimey, folks!
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

If your child washed ashore one million miles away,
Who would cry for your child?
Did you cry for their children? Do you feel their pain now?
Are they still en route to world domination?
Do they want to steal your job?
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

Floating, drifting, body upon body,
Carcasses everywhere, are you crying for any yet?
Is that your mother sinking to the bottom?
Do you need another life jacket?
No resources, no resources,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

It can happen to anyone, any time, any place,
Bombs drop, arms trade, soldiers pace,
In an instant life can seek pastures new,
It'll be you on that boat,
Shunned from the shores,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.

Let them in,
There is enough,
Enough for me, you, them,
Open your hearts, wax your mind,
Don't let them fill your soul with the filthy excuses,
How lucky you were,
To be born in this place.









Rest in peace to the refugees who have passed away during this time of crisis. May your souls rest in peace. Those who are still in unfathomable suffering, there are people who are with you in your fight, and will stand by you.