Marjoram

Please don’t let them see, why they ring our feet, we only asked for freedom, your consoling dove, a village soul and shady tree, here in this crowded boat, pray and pray to achieve, bitter chants of make believe, sad eyes show only greed, we have coursed with blood, this swarm of human seed, did only things we could, salved the wounds of refugees, Lesbos and a moonlit sea, help us only to retrieve, what we’ve lost in love, meet with smiles our greeting, instead of voices rough, we don’t expect things easy.