By Musa Okwonga
UK-based poet, journalist, and musician
It was just as well they died at sea – no-one holds funerals for beetles,
this way there’ll be less of a mess.
In the old days, we used to buy the cockroaches,
Bring them over the oceans in slightly safer ships,
And we’d have them work in our fields,
Snipping cotton for us as the sun seared their shells.
Here’s a secret; the cockroaches have never swum too well.
Back then, we’d throw the sick ones over the side
but now money drowns them,
And we smirk as their brown lungs fill with salt and silt,
Almost 40 people drowned and 75 were rescued after a boat carrying migrants to Greece sank off Turkey’s western coast last Saturday, according to local officials and the Turkish Dogan news agency.
“Almost 40 Dead after Migrant Boat Sinks off Turkey.” Reuters UK. N.p., 30 Jan. 2016. Web. 30 Jan. 2016.