Once upon a time they said they’d take your tired and poor
Though not the victims of war no more, they’ve closed the door
Once upon a time Europe poured in every land they could see
Now when you go to them the iron walls have been set, oh the irony
It takes the bodies of Syrian children to wash upon their shore
For them to care, to say this atrocity won’t happen no more
And yet, they’ve closed the door, more to suffer, still many more
No more deaths shall pile at our golden doors
No more rejections to those torn by war
No more children must perish for sympathy to seep in our core
Run, run all you can, these sins will catch up with us
The clock is ticking, safety for ourselves or justice for all
A messy world and infected politics, no more choices
Shatter the silence and release unbound voices