‘Isn’t it better’ – reflections on the refugee crisis

refugee crisis

By Roz Sambrook-Smith.

 

Isn’t it better

So here we go
Another tragedy on show
Another wave of pandemonium
Another swing of the moral pendulum

Which way will it go?
Who will claim to know?
The Everyman and their fragile ego
Or the political superhero?

Who will now swoop down to save the day?
There are millions of lives at stake they say
Who will calm those shocked to the core
From a heart wrenching image impossible to ignore?

Is this fury enough to mobilise
Any action urged on by our cries
Of outrage once again
About the truth of now and then?

Isn’t it better that way
Isn’t it better to walk away
Isn’t it better to turn your head
Isn’t it better for nothing to be said

Isn’t it better to move on by
Isn’t it better to say goodbye
Isn’t it better to not ask why
Isn’t it better to just close your eyes

None of them realised their destiny
Their hopes and their dreams now confined to the sea
While running from horrors we’ll never understand
The sickness of life from too foreign a land

It’s easiest to escape their gaze
To not know their stories, not be amazed
At how they have even got there
Does it not even warrant a stare?

Maybe it’s best if they’re gone some may say
Let’s dust off our lives and move on from today
Let’s get back to where we were day to day
Let’s wait until all this fuss has gone away

Just take to the tabloids for light relief
To block out the pain of our real life grief
Forget about lives going from bad to worse
And the number of families burdened with this curse

Isn’t it better that way
Isn’t it better to walk away
Isn’t it better to turn your head
Isn’t it better for nothing to be said

Isn’t it better to move on by
Isn’t it better to say goodbye
Isn’t it better to not ask why
Isn’t it better to just close your eyes

How does it feel sleeping safely in your bed
While families and children are being left for dead?
Where is our human decency?
What is the meaning of dignity?

Through a wall of false democracy
We can’t quite believe what we can see
The humbling levels of strife
And total disregard for life

So here we go
Another tragedy on show
Another wave of pandemonium
Another swing of the moral pendulum

Who will now swoop down to save the day?
There are millions of lives at stake they say
Who will calm those shocked to the core
From a heart wrenching image impossible to ignore?

 

Roz headshotRoz Sambrook-Smith is a working mother of two, wife of one and would like to stay that way. She swims a lot, plays tennis and loves writing, poetry in particular. She’s hoping to find inner peace and happiness without resorting to yoga (she’ll learn) or plastic surgery. She’s still trying to make sense of the world and how to make it a safer place for our children. But doesn’t pretend to have the answers.

 

 

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