8 years ago there was AlanKurdi.
Today over 30 thousands alike and unnumbered in the deserts.
In the depths of the sea, where waves crash and roar,
Lies the tale of Alan, forever to explore.
A young Syrian boy, innocence untamed,
Trapped in a world of chaos, his dreams maimed.
With tiny hands and hopeful eyes,
He alongside his parents embarked on a journey, seeking skies.
But the waters were treacherous, the path unkind,
And the Mediterranean claimed his life, unkind.
Oh, little Alan, a symbol so profound,
Your image shook the world, yet change was not found.
For since that tragic day, so many have perished,
Their stories silenced, their hopes soon to diminish.
Invisible deaths in deserts vast and wide,
Fati dosso and Marie, their souls now reside.
At the Libya-Tunisian border, their lives were stolen,
Yet world leaders turn a blind eye, at a great cost.
Migration, a human right, often denied,
As policies and borders become fortified.
Today we remember these souls, their plight,
And we strive for a world where compassion takes flight.
For every child lost, our voices rise,
Demanding justice and an end to the cries.
Alan Kurdi, Fati, and Marie, we hold you dear,
Your lives cut short, but your memory we’ll revere.
YAMBIO DAVID 