I walk along the Turkey’s Bodrum Beach
A child’s lifeless body, frozen, silent
Eyes closed, all his tiny limbs limp and weak
Once a family’s child and vibrant

Red shirt, blue shorts calmly swept by the shore
The child is so innocent and fragile
Ghastly pictures taken, victims of war
Once smiling, running freely and agile

I see his dead brother not far away
No lifejackets, nothing to help them float
Drowned bodies piling, turning to ash grey
One by one, slowly fallen from a boat

Many people endure conflict each day
Deaths, dramas, despair, change must start today