Evolution of love

Syrian Baby

Sleep little baby…
Let the sea cradle you softly;
There is no fear where you are going.
No sanctions
that dig your grave
No laws
that say you are less human than others
No borders
That order you back to your Death.
No politicians
To poison you with feeble promises
No people
who scorn you because Fate pushed you down
Sleep little baby…
Let the sea cradle you softly
As you drift away.

If we lived in a world with humanity, this baby would be sleeping warm in his bed, instead of washing up on a shore...