Alan Kurdi Poem by Chris Zachariou

the mast is broken
the boat is leaking

and souls of little children
are floating by on the water

white knives stab the sky
and the moon plunges in the
sea and dies

papa, papa
where are you

quick, pull the plug;
someone pull the plug
drain the lake
and save the child

but the old lady moves so slow

too late the child has drowned
who will bury this dead boy now
'who cares' sings the chorus
'what was his name anyhow? '