The midget mind of an individual voices their opinions on what is seen, rubbing salt into the wounds of those with bound hands, little options, and misguided dreams..

Hateful words splice open rubber, and air sucks life into deep sea graves, criminalising the unknown and drowning, as water filled lungs sink beneath the waves.

White gleaming smiles, hide the rotten teeth, of no compassion and very little shame, pointing fingers at the abandoned who are crossing , as if those fleeing are to blame.

And those divided and conquered,  their absolution will be easy and divine, their eyes are closed shut, just turn their water in to wine,  sleeping heads forget in time

And the waves lap upon the shore, until the orange coral is seen no more, and the waves lap upon the shore, until the orange coral is seen no more, the waves lap upon the shore.