The Migrant Song Poem by Chris Zachariou

The Migrant Song

in boats with broken masts
they come looking for a manger
but our inn is full tonight

the inn we built
on the skull and bones of Africa

and who will hear
the screams of children
with blisters for a skin

and who will listen
to a father's cry
cradling his lifeless son

and who will love
three thousand children
with green lips and fleshless skulls

in this cruel and loveless sea
even the dead begin to weep

The Migrant Song
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Some years ago our parliament voted against allowing 3,000 Syrian children to enter the UK. These children were either orphaned or unaccompanied in Europe looking for shelter. At best they were in danger of exploitation and at worst in danger of their lives. It seems that if we allowed them to come in the 5th largest economy in the world would have suffer immeasurable economic damage. Also, so the argument goes, since we already have 3,000 Syrian children here the addition will create a seismic demographic change to our way of life. Shame on our politicians who will do anything to appease a small minority of racists.
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