The Tide Of Death Poem by Kelvin Rush

Bodies washed up on a northern shore
Missing shoes and clothes no one knows who they are
Someone back home will be worried and concerned
Did their loved ones make it will the bodies be returned

Lying on the rocks with the face of pain
Passers-by are shocked it's horrific inhumane
It's hard to comprehend the devastation it will bring
They were fleeing for a better life is that a bad thing

There's a passport and a letter in the stream nearby
You can just about make out a verse a chilling lullaby
I wonder if the writer was a sister or brother
A wife son or daughter a father or mother

People are throwing flowers in heartfelt desperations
Bodies are showered in lilies begonias and carnations
A sacred prayer is spoken a plea to the heavens above
Everyone holds hands a vigil on the sands
The Tide Of Death God Bless Peace And Love