They call them: Illegal immigrants
One by one discreetly boarding on the vesselThat their life is surely gonna change
Filled With hopes to start from scratch a New Begining!
And the dreams they shared, shall all come true one day.
In this vessel, crowded more than it can carry,
Men and families were closely packed just like straw,
And the weight was more than the boat could carry,
But still leaving the shore slowly; moving on.
Battle Fought between the vessel and the water,
Hunger slowly, as well as thirst began to toll,
But still willing to believe in a New Found Life
Dreams still dreamt by those who were aboard the boat!
Then came suddenly what no men least expected
As the battle for the power was commenced,
The poor vessel to the sea slowly surrendered,
And those aboard were hurried to their death!
That sweet Dream, that they all dreamt forever vanished.
In its' place, a watery nightmare took the form:
Wave by wave all hopless hopes were emptied
And the sea-bed was transformed into a dorm.
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