Call them what you want,
Asylum seeker, migrant, refugee;
But see, a face that looks like me.
Watch them flee from land and sea,
Shining out from our latest HD TV.
Packed in boats and rafts;
Longing for half a chance.
Despising even the rank air they breathe.
No room to move or sit,
No food to eat no drink to drink;
While Europe waits and chats and thinks.
They want to live and work and play,
To see a new day, as the sun goes higher;
Just trying to live that’s all, beyond the dire,
But is this necessary, brand-new razor-sharp wire?
And they’re the lucky one’s,
For too many drown,
In the not too funny sea,
While Europe looks on, like a clown.
We all know this world is unequal,
Too few have had too much for too long.
“Fortresses of wealth in many seas of mass misery,”
No act of God, but acts of man,
A kind of perverse and sinful symmetry.
It is time to wake up, look up and see,
These are not asylum seekers, migrants or refugees;
But a stunning and worthy humanity. . . . seeking dignity.
Look closely: they are all just like you, and just like me.