Migrants Dead - Again

Migrants Dead and More Migrants Die - Another Day In Paradise

Here we go again, another day, another Syrian life

The story continues as the world turns it's back - again

A mother of a son sends him to life. Life is the opposite of death in a distant place. If her son stays in this death ridden place he will die. Her options feel like no option. Her decision isn't careful, it's desperate. Her life has been long enough. Her sons life is just starting. War surrounds them. The terror of terrorists is real. Death is no longer news, death is simply something that might visit today. She like many mothers and many fathers wants her son safe. What can she do? Where does she turn? War is bastard and bastard is war. It's real, very real and a choice has been taken. The mother prays to her God hoping this is the right choice.A mother kisses her son on his head, on his face, on his lips She cries He cries She has paid to send him to life They both cry endless tears until the moment they part She has resigned to death itselfAnother death in bloody, heartless, Godless Syria The Syrian people are beautiful and innocent They love their God They love their Gods Why is my God allowing this they cry? My God has a purpose and this is part of it they cry War is bastard War kills those that don't want war More blood poured out for nothing "Son my son, go with this man to a greater place. There is no death in the place you will go. The man has promised me times and times again that death will be gone.You shall enter into a new life in a new country where life resides for you" He wants to stay with his motherThats the way of family and he loves his familyFather is dead, slaughtered by the men in black He is dead, father is deadFinally the son who is a man says goodbye to his motherHe walks and weeps with endless wailing and gnashing of teethHe knows nothing about the future but only what the man who is taking him tells him"Sir where am I to go to?""You will go to work and a new life I shall put you onto a boat, you shall sail the clearest seas until you come to the land of safety There shall be milk There shall be honey You will have peace Life will surround you""Sir what about my mother?""She is lost amongst a nation that is altogether lost never to be found again""Sir will she die""Son she is dead and has been dead since the war began""I will return for my mother and take her to safety. Once the nations see how we have been treated, once they know how we have been killed, once they know how we have struggled to take a breath day by day they will finish this misery""Sir they will won’t they?""Son just be happy you live, just be happy, be happy""I shall return as a conquering hero for my mother and family. No nation, no general, no commander, no king, no queen, no president once they see the slaughter here will stand by and allow it to continue""Son just follow me, I will look after you for now"The son has stopped his tears for nowThe man in his dark clothes, black leather jacket, dark skin and blacker than black hair leads the way Sometime later they arrive at the harbour It’s dark It’s coldThere are at least half of a thousand people waiting to climb aboard a boatThe boat is painted greenThe boat has no lightsThe boat has no topThere is no room on the boat"Sir should I get on this boat?""Yes" "Sir is this boat safe?""Yes"The boy is nervous, will his life end in the unfamiliar waters like many that have travelled before him since the war began.They leave for life and quickly find death.A lonely death in a sea.Watched by nations.A reality show of death.Millions watch from the comfort of their own homes whilst eating in front of the TV."Son your mother has paid her due of three years of wage for you to be here you should climb aboard and come back for her later as you said"The son stops to think for a moment Is this boat safe? Will I be safe? The son stands and looks at the fearful faces of those boarding A boat filled, packed loaded to the point the bow of the boat almost touches the water. One more person will the boar go beneath? The son stands and listens to the screams from those that scream It doesn't feel right but he climbs on board A older woman that still cares calls him as she can see he is alone"Are you alone my son?""Yes but I will come back for my mother""Will you sit with me during this journey?""Yes I will"She wraps her arms around him despite never meeting him. She understands. Her men have all had their lives removed from the land by the swords of the foreigner in black. The woman has enough love left inside her to hold this boy close. She like to love. The boy like to feel her love. Just for now anyway.They both sit in a pit that is wet, stinking and has the air of putrid rotting death embedding into the heart of this boatThere are dozens running for their lives here There are hundreds on this boatAnd the sea is unkindThe wind is harshThe cold removes all sense of comfortEven the skin of the woman that pulls the boy closer to her feels like the cold slaughtered pig upon a table One hour passes under the starsTwo hours pass under the startsThree hours pass under the starsThe wind has slowedThe sea looks like glassThe boy looks out only to see a long line of light shining into infinity from the moon across the endless bed of waterHe know the stars as allSyrian Shepard boys know the stars from walking with the goat.Four hours have passedFive hours now feel like ten hoursThe night has no end until finally light and land can be seenThe man that put the boy on the boat stands, goes to the edge of the boat He grabs a small rope and pulls a small boat closer to the big boatThe man stands over the side and jumps into the small boatA motor is heard until the noise vanishes into the distanceOnly the boy saw this taking place yet the boy says nothing as he trusts the man Minutes pass is he coming back? Thirty minutes pass Another two hours pass The sound of those seeking refuge from Syria can be heard as they awaken The boat makes a noise The boat makes a second noise The boat hits, cracks, rips and tears as a rock comes through the bottom where the old man and his family sleepEveryone screamsEveryone criesEveryone panicsThe boy holds the hand of the woman tight"We must jump into the water and swim, we must swim for our lives"The woman says nothing but tells the boy to go first, son you must jump and swim for your life, son you must swim to the lights and swim for your life, your new life""Mother you must swim with me""Son I cannot swim""I am to die today a miserable death but shall join my men that went before me"He jumps He swims He grabs land He climbs out He sits with just a handful from the five hundred, cold wet, hungry and seeking loveThe new day has just startedA man like the other man but not the other man approaches those that still live"Run come with me to safety I am waiting for you"They have no optionThe boy has no optionThey all follow and run until the come to an old building with a large trucked parked insideThe man speaks to the people"You must all go into the vanDo not make a soundDo not cryDo not coughDo not weep If you are heard you will be sent back to the land of death If you are found you will be treated badly and put into a prison If caught you will be called migrant and migrant here means you are a criminal. Criminals are treated badly You will be treated badly"Those that understand please jump into the vanAll apart from two women and another old man jump into the vanThey are the children of the manThe man has surrendered to death and refuse to move one stepThey are left to their finality whatever that may beThe van begins to driveNot a word or a whisper or even a breath can be heard amongst the handful or so packed into the small vanThe driver doesn’t careThe roads don’t careThe birds in the sky don’t careThe country where they drive doesn’t careThe nation sees nothing It’s hopelessOne man speaksThe other man smack his head as a sign to silence himAnother speaks quietThey all agree to agree to the silence until the doors openTheres been no food for three days nowThere’s been no water for two days nowThe truck is coldThe roads are heartlessUntil that is the truck comes to a stopFear fills the hearts of all apart from the two men that died in the first dayYes two survivors from the boat has diedThey had begun to stinkNo one movesSilence fills the vanThey all hear the sound of the driver open the door, close the door and leave the vanThey can all hear the sound of the traffic passingPeople drive to workParents driving their children to schoolMothers in carsFathers in carsPeople doing the things people doThey know nothing is to be said and they trust that this is best for now It sounds busy outside, they might be heard and might be heard by the wrong peopleThe night comes along and fear has spread among them all yet the fear of being caught has become greater than their fear for survivalAnother man has died The smell of death is so very greatThe darkness holds its sleepEven the most tired sit awake, hungry, starving and close to deathThe van hasn’t moved for 3 daysNo noise is heardNot a single breathHas an angel passed in the night and removed the suffering of all?Five days later a driver notices the van has been parked on the road for five days He calls the policeThe police arriveThe man that reported the van is a father of three wonderful childrenThe policeman had to climb from his soft luxurious bed to come and see what was taking placeBut only after coffeeBut only after breadBut only after he enjoyed the simple pleasure of walking his dog outside in the early sunshine before he day beginsFinally the door of the van is openedThe stenchThe smellThe fliesThe faecesThe putrid rotten faces of the children of Syria looking for life from their world of death It’s all over A boy falls out He is deadHe is the son of the mother that was left behindHe has a note in his pocket"Mother I love you. I am coming to death so please be there when I arrive"Does no one cares about these people?The United nations is a mythThe commonwealth is a farceThe Arab league is in league with nothingThe Euro zone is zoned out It’s a cold It’s a miserableIt’s a hard Heartless world that is become so numb to the plight of others they no longer see others as part of humanity Just another number Just another Syrian death Just another despicable heartless act in a heartless despicable worldThe mother let goAll mothers let goThe bodies of the weak will never be buriedThe scared and the helpless with always be scared and helplessThe policeman looksHe does his jobHe drives back homeHe tells his wifeHe takes his dog for a walkThe birds continue to singThe cars continue to drive byEven the stars are unmoved by the tragic eventsMigrants die and refugees die. more dead, more found dead.They run and drown, they flee and are rounded up like they have escaped from a prison. The media has created a lie that migrant is criminal and criminal is migrant. The nations will tickle the ears of the nations but these are number and numbers only.Another dead migrant appear to be one less problem? The world will continue, years will pass and generations will forget this waste yet what are we doing right now to save our Syrian brothers?Alan Forrest SmithPoems on the Reflections on WarI Am Bastard I Am War