Kid

Hayden Cohen

Kid When I saw that kid with the red t-shirt and blue shorts on Still as rock and face down in the sand My heart missed a beat. I couldn’t believe that it’d come to this. A pissed off dictator fighting some pissed off extremists And here this kid in the sand with no life ahead of him. I know I’m not on my own. Millions of people donating time and clothes and food and money, But something seems a little funny. Only a few days ago the papers were saying that the trains were delaying And we should be blaming greedy immigrants. We should be praying that our infrastructure holds up. That we need to shore up these human beings in inhumane conditions Because that’s only fair And I can’t believe that people didn’t care. And I can’t believe that most still don’t. A Prime Minister who wants to stop them in their tracks. I’m aghast with the misery Of a government that’s had polling done To say that more voters care about their own misguided privet hedged security Than the pursuit of absolute humanity. My ancestors escaped persecution from Tsarist Russia over 100 years ago. They ran for their lives As soldiers brandished knives Screaming liberation Against innocent civilians And here we are again. Nothing’s changing. Fear as a weapon. But at least I’m white and I’m nice. My pasty white skin a camouflage So I can live it up large in a country that made my grandparents parents welcome. And I’m not alone. You find me a so-called “indigenous” Brit and I’ll show you a fraud When you're dead you stop being a lady or lord. I try not to preach, but let me say this. If you hear anyone say that those immigrants should go back home Look them in the eye and tell them they’re full of shit. Donate - http://donate.unhcr.org/international/syria Photos from Wikimedia - Music: "Crossing the Divide" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/