Winter stems the frightened tide
Frozen into tents afraid to escape they stay and hide
Harsh winds blow life's displaced remaining
Resolute, determined but in one place
A chill silence greets each dawn
Those left behind, lives lost they mourn
Yearning to return to a land loved, now shattered
A future awaits but where no matter
For with winter's end spring returns
Spring's tide of humanity once more in motion
In overcrowded dinghy to cross an ocean
To face the wrath of wave and wind and water
Arbitrary hand of fate..salvation or slaughter
Those that land on Europe's shores
Face the wrath of closed doors
Slammed shut by those afraid to care
Fear ignorance beyond the refugee they stare
But for those taken by waters deep
Their resting place eternal sleep
May still be those distant shores of sanctity
Washed up on their European destiny
