In wake of tempests out upon the sea
We woke to face a tragic brutal truth.
The coast was littered with human debris
That ranged from elderly to infant youth.
Their boats no match against the torrid waves
Each vessel sank beneath them in the night.
In lieu of being lost to sodden grave
In bobbing surf is where they end their plight.
Refugees from a country torn by war
They had no choice. They had to take the risk.
The sanctuary they were fleeing for
Now finds itself a hemorrhagic cyst.
We bleed for them, the wretched tempest-tossed.
We grieve for those lost in this holocaust.