You can't tell what we've lost
Her, drowned in the Med
With all the secrets that she held in
her head
All of those things she could have said
The machines that could've come from her
fingers.
There's no way to count the cost
There's no way to count the cost
He could have been writing like Rowling
But belt tightening and frightened of
howling wolves
He goes begging
While Dem Belly Full.
There's no way of knowing.
That kid growing without folic acid
And he sits his SATS but behaviour
erratic
Cos his mum is attacked by the panic
In sweeping up bread crumbs.
Attachment deficit. Label him, dumb.
We lost an Einstein illiterate
We lost another itinerant
We lost another at the border with no
visa
Because his skin didn't fit
There's a cost to us all
No way of counting it.
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