I knew it would happen, borders would be closed, media would turn again on the refugees, and the dead boy on the beach forgotton. I just did not think it would happen so quick…
“One death is a tragedy, a thousand a statistic.”
Immortal words of Josef Stalin.
Walls raised, borders closed,
Hearts harden, crisis weary
No longer stirs hearts passions
Parents of the dead: talking, teary.
Dead children no longer shock being common,
Washed up on beaches from boats, dead adults as well
Peoples fears, not peoples tears, whipped into a frenzy
Makes good headlines once again: news always will sell.