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This poem evokes the successive tragedies of boat immigrants and war refugees in the Mediterranean Sea.

 

Sea of death

If only Europe could fulfill the dream,
as beam of light and golden syrup,
refugees of war who scream,
drowning in the Mediterranean sea,
in a grave of agony and insanity.

If only Europe wouldn’t be so indifferent,
to the cry of anguish and depths of despair,
and would care, for a destiny less unfair.
More solidarity could ease the pain
and save the most lonesome and solitaire.

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