The Shore Of Shame, by Gordon Lawrie

In the week this was written, a couple of photographs dominated the news. I wasn't sure it was appropriate to post them here, but eventually I decided we had no right to shut our eyes.

Where’s my mamma? 
Where’s my mamma? 
I’ve lost mamma and I’m all alone 
I want my mamma 
I want my mamma 
I want my mamma to take me home

Let me gather you up, take you in my arms, 
Keep you safe from the shore of shame 
Sleep tight my darling, you can’t feel the storm 
You’ll see your mamma very soon again 
You’ll see your mamma very soon again


Can I play on the beach? 
Can I play on the beach? 
I’ve only got here please don’t take me away 
Let me play here awhile 
Let me play here awhile 
Please let me play here, mamma let me stay

Let me gather you up, take you in my arms, 
Keep you safe from the shore of shame 
Sleep tight my darling, you can’t feel the storm 
You’ll see your mamma very soon again 
You’ll see your mamma very soon again

It actually has a tune of sorts as well. I'm not particularly religious, but I really hope someone's looking after him right now. All of them, actually.