They came with hope in their eyes
they came with prayers upon their lips
and as they died, their hopes and prayers
died with them in that open sea;
as others were given a helping hand,
they expected the same sympathy
for themselves and their children
but that open sea was their enemy,
it left them breathless, lifeless
before they could even touch the shores.
How much they must have not wished
that someone should come to their rescue,
how much they must have hoped
that God should have offered them mercy,
how much they must have wanted
their children to grow up and live,
how much those children must have cried
as they died not wanting to die,
how much those parents must have screamed
as their children died in their own arms,
how much the sea must have roared in pain
to embrace those innocent lives
as they struggled to survive,
how much must have God contemplated
to permit them to die
and forfeit their tomorrows for paradise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem