Dearest Little Boy

• Ebony Lyons, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

It’s wrong, It’s painful, what don’t you understand?!
A baby boy's picture up on the news
This wasn’t what we planned so whom do we accuse?
The boat people alone in open sea, do we let them inland?
Would anyone agree?
A small, helpless boy lying on the sand
His tears now washed away, he’s now in his dreamland
He’s buried now, at peace, beneath a cypress tree
A young, little boy lying at my feet
The world, a corrupt card game
Cheat to win, would we the same?
I wish to hold this boy, to shake his hand and meet
One day I hope, in basking sunshine,
He’ll be standing next to me
They called him stranger, called him foreigner,
They called him, “refugee”.