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The Usual Suspects
Bit by bit
Piece by piece
The prison walls fall down
But the floodwaters fill the breach
And people start to drown
And they kick and scratch to stay afloat
With their feet still tangled in the weeds
That have been allowed to grow
All down the centuries
And drop by drop
And one by one
They lose the will to stop
They stare down the barrel of a gun
While we yawn, and lap it up
And people do what they’ve always done
The say what they’ve always said
“Like father, like son”
Till everybody’s dead.
And brick by brick
Stone by stone
Their shiny palaces fall
To be replaced with blood and bone
While we sit and watch it all
And it’s with a whimper
Not a shout
That the last thing they see
Are the usual suspects
Safe in a boat
With their trousers still round their knees
Sailing off to sea.
- ©Greg Hancock
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FLOWERS OF THE ARAB SPRING
Shells rain down , planes circle overhead
By the old port road they’re burying their dead
Can this bloody ground yield anything
Like the Flowers of the Arab Spring?
What price freedom what price liberty?
For the ones who fell on the road to Tripoli
In the silent dawn we prayed that God would bring
The Flowers of the Arab Spring
Across the border we made a covenant
After Friday prayers we’d bring down the government
These victories will not be without their sting
Like the Flowers of the Arab Spring
We dreamed of peace and to live by the rule of law
Sleeping rough with blankets on the floor
Somewhere by a campfire light the clandestinos sing
For the Flowers of the Arab Spring
Will our children reap the fruits of all this toil
When their fathers’ blood has soaked into the soil?
There’s a wounded bird with a broken wing
Amongst the flowers of the Arab Spring.
- ©Tobias Ben Jacob
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Si Barron - Human Cargo
03:05
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Human Cargo
Barrel bombs and falling walls
And you ask me why we leave
People traffic
Human cargo
Washed up on the beach
Mediterranean Sea
Afloat in a rubber boat
Me and my family
Refugees
Human cargo
Washed up on the beach
Walking in the sun through Greece
And on through Europe’s dreary reach
To a jungle tent
No figure of speech
Human cargo on the beach
Load to be stowed
We need a place to go
Fled across the world with a family in tow
We need a place to go
Human cargo
I don’t want money I want friends
Asylum from the enemy
And start again
Precious cargo
Brought out of the rain
Load to be stowed
We need a place to go
Fled across the world with a family in tow
We need a place to go
Human cargo
- ©Si Barron
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Don’t Know Where To Run
We have the same body
Through this voice we are one
Close our eyes to the same moon
Wake up to the same sun
We all drink the same water
We all live on this land
We may speak in a different tongue
But we still understand
What we are is not in our hands
But they’re killing in the name of someone
Where do you go?
You don’t know where to run.
We get burned by the same things
Defending our loved ones’ fate
Most people just want a peacemaker
Can a hater really live with hate?
We don’t want to leave your home
When it’s all that you make
To leave things for the unknown
What a chance to have to take
What we are is not in our hands
But they’re killing in the name of someone
Where do you go?
You don’t know where to run.
© John Gallagher
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Andy Harding - Refugees
04:19
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As the day is newly dawning, as the sun is on the rise
You can hear the footsteps coming, you can hear the childrens' cries
On the wrong side of the wire we are hiding in the trees
Heading for the border we are the refugees
When your leaders sent the soldiers was the day the seeds were sowed
Now comes the bitter harvest and the payment that is owed
You bombed us and betrayed us and brought us to our knees
Then drove us from our countries to become the refugees
You send out boats and planes to keep us from your shores
You drove us from our homes but you won't let us into yours
Through the snow and through the desert we have to travel on
Hope is all that's left us when all we used to have is gone
Our children washed up on your beaches, our families drowning in your seas
Still we journey onwards. We are the refugees
You send out boats and planes to keep us from your shores
You drove us from our homes but you won't let us into yours
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