Poor eyes
Seas bleed into skies
Good god
Cold blood
Few survived the flood
Abroad
Where were you when we were
Outsourced?
Gravitas
Charmingly deceitful
Stop. Wait
Those of us who've made it this far
Can't take
Random acts of hate
Any longer
It ain't right for us to not fight
For the limbless infants you wish Would sleep tight
These new borns
War torn
If not ripped right from
The wet arms
Of mothers and fathers
Losing it all
In pitch black
Who will have us?
Are we facts?
Figures?
Cautionary tales?
Bid us welcome
Or farewell