| His young life was as delicate as the wing of a butterfly
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| And as fragile as a spider’s web
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| For him we cry because when he dies we all do
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| Did Ahmed not deserve a life? |
| Ahmed never hurt a fly
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| Ahmed never knew the politicians he was murdered by
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| Certain times Ahmed wished that he could be a bird and fly
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| Beyond the sky, escape the curse of birth that he was burdened by
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| Ahmed never grew to let your racism internalise
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| Water poured from every pore in his corpse while the nurses cried
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| Ahmed was a beautiful person like you or I
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| But are we?..
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| Ahmed could have been a doctor, lawyer or an engineer
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| Could have been a superstar but his life ended here
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| Guess he was a shooting star, burn bright and disappear
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| To some he seems to represent a menace in this hemisphere
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| Let me here make the very essence of this message clear
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| He was precious, many die like him every year
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| Ahmed was a victim of resentment and relentless fear
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| Now his soul surfs the waves, I wish we could have kept him here
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets)
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul)
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| They call him Ahmed
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets)
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul)
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| They call him Ahmed
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| Ahmed’s ancestors introduced to Europe Greek philosophy
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| Brought with them irrigation, mathematics and astronomy
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| Symbolically, irony of this horror isn’t lost on me
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| Trying to get to Europe via Greece is where he’s lost at sea
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| Ahmed not Achmed, it’s Ahmed, he’s that dead
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| Toddler lying lifeless on the beach with his back bent
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| Arms spread, reaching the direction that his dad went
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| If he made it here, would have been bullied for his accent
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| He was captured by the ocean, paralysed and frozen
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| While these parasites sat and typed, analysing clothing
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| Now for resources we all compete beyond the talk of war and peace
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| And talk of porous border there is corpses on the shore of Greece
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| They found a teddy next to where his body was found
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| The sea swallowed him, politics has swallowed him now
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| And those responsible, Ahmed’s ghost will follow them now
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| To the family all we can say is we are sorry he drowned
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| Because…
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets)
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul)
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| They call him Ahmed
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets)
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul)
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| They call him Ahmed
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| They say let him drown, let him drown, let him drown
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| What have you done, don’t let him drown, don’t let him drown
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| No what have we become, don’t let him drown
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| No, don’t let him drown
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| And they say
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| Let him drown, let him drown, let him drown
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| What have we done, don’t let him drown, don’t let him drown
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| No, what have we become, don’t let him drown
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| Please, don’t let him drown
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| Ahmed could’ve been you, and Ahmed could’ve been me
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| We need to understand the policies that put him in the sea
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| We need to understand why it is the beach is full of dying kids
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| A colonial Metropole people want to reside in
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| If he did would he make it or fall to something that’s deeper
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| End up like Jimmy Mubenga or Khaled Abu Zarifa
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| A picture by Javier Bauluz on the beaches of Tarifa
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| Made me see, some would grieve more if Ahmed was a creature
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| With four legs, then they would consider him legitimate
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| Those like him braving barbed wire burning off their finger tips
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| Balfours alien act, that mentality still exists
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| Is privilege the difference between an ex-pat and an immigrant?
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| For Ama Sumani and Osman Rasul Mohamed, when you take others humanity,
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| it’s only yours that’s stunted, not a swarm
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| They’re our sisters and brothers, that’s the sum of it
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| The cockroaches here are in the media and the government
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| Not the sea
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| The sea, the sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets)
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul)
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| They call him Ahmed
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets)
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| The sea, the sea, the sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul)
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| They call him Ahmed
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| Ahmed never knew the politicians he was murdered by
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| Ahmed never knew the politicians he was murdered by
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| Ahmed never knew the politicians he was murdered by
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| And they all laugh at him… |