Cruising – A poem dedicated to the refugees who dare to dream of an elusive freedom

CRUISING.
While I slept comfortably in my soft bed
You were in the boat, before dawn
Cruising the illusive border to freedom
and safety.
 
By the time I woke up,
You had drowned
in salt: your eyes first, then,
All of you.
 
Tears and tide together
swallowed you, your children
and your dreams:
Dreams of safety
dreams of certainty
dreams of ease
dreams of peace.
 
While the ones born privileged
For no merit of their own
in countries rich and peaceful,
protected to be called “home,”
debated whether you are worthy,
migrant or refugee
you clutched on to freedom
which looked as real as the fog
that morning
as you sunk to the bottom
and emerged to the surface
as though you were in a never-ending dream.
 
You could’ve been me
I could’ve been you
You could be me, and
I could be you;
All it takes is violence
For that to be true.
………………………………………………………………………………………
Mathews George,  14 September, 2015
As another boat, carrying escaping Syrian refugees from Turkey, sinks in the Mediterranean Sea, near Greek Islands.
Cruising to freedom
Cruising to freedom. Image  Courtesy: Malayala Manorama
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