Was your father carrying you on back?
Or happened to be nearby, to wrap him
Where was your Mommy, Valeria?
Oh dear, at least your Daddy was nearby.
Years back, Aylan, in a dingy full of migrants
Drowned in the Mediterranean
Washed ashore the beaches in Italy, all alone
He was a Syrian, you’re a Guatemalan
But what difference that made for the humanity?
Children of god
You made to the shores of mighty west
But Trump, Boris, Orban, and Bolsonaro
Didn’t invite you to be here.