The Independent Newspaper. UK.

The United Nations High
Commission for Refugees,
told me that 1,500 died
this month.

Or maybe they told me
850 lives were lost
in June and July alone.
It’s probably fake news anyway.

But I hope someone finds a solution,
I’d like to help,
But I haven’t the time today.

I know you tried to save him,
He had a home once,
pictures from school,
his favourite toy, Buzz Lightyear
made in China.

Now his home is the
mouth of a shark, and
one dead night swimmer
is the same as another.

You tell of your anger,
fear and shame?
Of your hopes for the future,
as the world watches you die

A washed up tiny young life,
you say ‘sorry’ for disturbing the
sangria on a Mediterranean beach.

The world speaks English,
when we write poems.
And the poets would like to help,
but their hands are tied.