So what will all those children do?
~Don’t worry child, they’re not like you.
And what will Syrian children wear?
~Forget it, son, they’re over there.
But what will those poor children say?
~You cannot hear, they’re miles away.
It’s Christmas soon, what will they get?
~I’ve told you, kid, you must forget.
But why, and how, what can I do?
~You can’t, it isn’t up to you.
But maybe I can teach my friends
~Oh here we go, you’re off again…
Perhaps I should just start with you
~What do you mean? What did I do?
You turned away, you shut it out
~But we can’t help – we don’t know how.
And you gave up without a fuss
~But son, we need to care for US.
Oh, Father, won’t you ever learn?
~It isn’t us – it’s not our turn.
It is! They’re us – and we are they
~You don’t know half the things you say.
I know I’ll never learn from you
The things you let this planet do
You make it hard to love and trust
With all the lies you spin to us
You say we’re different, us and them
But what if it occurred again?
If we don’t help them, save them soon
Humanity will go to ruin
We need to stand up, take them in
As refugees washed clean of sin
For if we don’t, then when it’s us
Then who’ll be here to make a fuss?
If we don’t help the folk oppressed
What happens if it’s our turn next?
~Just calm yourself, child, take a pew. This will not happen, not to you. We’re fine right here, in Blighty’s arms; our King and country won’t be harmed. Now settle down and go to bed, and sleep away what’s in your head.
What’s in my head is in my heart
And when I wake, I’ll make a start.
~Not everything is black and white, you can’t win every single fight. I’m sure you see in monochrome.
Tomorrow, Dad, I’m leaving home.