Were our children's feet Never meant to Touch the ground? Is our life Too indignant To remain In part or in whole? Was this water Tears Of our ancestors? Were these Waves At my feet A prayer From those lost at sea? Waves crashing At my feet, Tears flowing In my heart. How do I, Save you? How do I, Swim across The vast ocean Catching you From falling Rescue you From this life? In this sea of misery. How do I? While Pharaohs roams free You Tied down by your knees Immobile While they exploit your riches You Left at the mercy of their greed They Hold counsels to discuss your Worth While you beg to be free How do I tell them? "Don't call us, Boat people" 39