DODGY CROSSINGS ( DESPERATION )
There's four of us in the dinghy,In the sleeting rain.
We've radioed our position,
As we have been trained.
We've been bailing out the water,
Coming in from the raging sea.
Trying hard to survive together,
Desperately in this horrid weather.
There out there searching,
In there planes and boats.
If we can last that long,
In a rubber dinghy still afloat.
Another day has passed,
Only three of us alive.
We've had to push one more,
Over the bloody side.
We lost another during the night,
Our navigator gave into the cold.
I was the youngest in the group,
But know I'm feeling very old.
There were thirty when we started,
A very uncomfortable boat ride
Only one illegal immigrant left,
Feeling more dead than alive.
Wondering if the dinghy lasts,
He knows he may not too.
He left his world his child his wife,
So he could build them a better life.
In his war torn country,
A lonely woman cries;
Suckling her new born baby.
Wondering if she would ever,
See her husband again alive.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-05-29 at 00:02
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