Around you,
Windrush child,
The luscious warm waters
Wave you goodbye

Behind you,
Windrush child,
The boat’s decks
Tower into the sky

Inside you,
Windrush child,
Your fear spikes high

Above you,
Windrush child,
The clouds drift across the sky’s sapphire tent

Beside you,
Windrush child,
Crowds of people
Over you bent

And
Think of what the land of opportunity is like

Then
Through your troubles,
hike

Even if
your fears spike

Behind you
The aquatic sea
And creamy sand

In front of you,
A monochrome land

The
cloud of sadness
covers you there

As
The British people
Stop and stare

Even though
They think
you’re not aware

Do they think
You don’t care?