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The stench of them, escapees, days it’s been
In the boat, it’s horrific scenes
Piss, sweat, blood and tears
Silence wearily breeding fear
Little water, no food left
Weak pushed overboard, laid to rest
They’ve paid their money to board the boat
It’s a wonder it has stayed afloat
Coming up to land, they see it there
They start to overcome their despair
Out of the boat someone cries
Pushed into the water by the other guys
Winded, swallowing water now
Your submerged, pushed down, and how
You try to fight with others around you
All of you battling to breath too
You hear shouting, just muffled sounds
You feel other people’s bodies all around
You come to the surface and catch your breath
It seems like you have passed the test
You look around in the water near you
Drowned bodies in a sea of death stew
This is the freedom you have seeked
Only for the strong, not the weak
You swim for the shore, as hard as you can
What will you do? What will be your plan?
It’s still so far, so far away
Will you reach it? Get there today?
You push and push, more and more
You start to touch the sea floor
Exhausted, emotional, you reach the land
You feel the ground, the wet sand
You start to cry, your an emotional mess
To survive all that, you must have been blessed
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Phil lister 29/09/17
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I love this poem a lot! “Drowned bodies in a sea of death stew” is so vivid and morbid, I almost forgot to breathe reading this bit. Thanks for such a wonderful reply 🙂
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Your welcome, thanks for the inspiration
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