Small Boy

Nelson Mandela

Quietly hush! A small boy is napping.
Where waves on this Turkish shoreline are lapping.
Sleep, Aylan, sleep - no longer will he
Be forced from murder and torture to flee.

Or be crammed in a boat full of human despair
Without comfort or safety but with putrid air.

The trauma of his tiny life will no more
Bedevil his dreams, now he's made it ashore.
It can never resurface to poison his future -
He's escaped persecution, found heaven in nature.

No detention or asbuse,
His suffering will cease
As with mother and brother
He can now rest in peace.

- Cathy Wilcox, 2015