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Searing Sorrows: The Torch of Lampedusa’s Agony

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Turbulent, dark sea under a stormy sky. Many people drown, one raises a flickering torch. Desperate hope.

The Torch of Lampedusa

The 900 who heard them?
Apparently they lay screaming.
As I read this online story,
Of last gasp waving & drowning.

Poor migrants, lured to a better life,
Now they’re dead.
It must have been too hot for them
In Syria, Gambia etc they said.

Oh no, the summers are too hot always,
& now the stranded ones lay screaming.
As I read this online story
Of last gasp waving & drowning.

This is the third major shipwreck involving migrants trying to cross the Mediterranean this week, and a further 400 migrants are feared to have drowned in the other incidents

This is the third major shipwreck involving migrants trying to cross the Mediterranean this week, and a further 400 migrants are feared to have drowned in the other incidents

– Lampedusa: 900 feared dead as migrant boat sinks

– Another Poem by Skendong: Africanistan

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