200

A boat set sail from Syria, 200 were on board, they sailed toward a peaceful place and left behind a war. The ocean waters calming as are the clouds and sky above, they smiled and sailed to a new life in the arms of thier true love. But the skies begin to darken and the boat begins to rock, thier smiling faces disappear, thier bodies turn to shock. The lightning strikes the water, the rain it thunders on the tin, this is not the perfect life they set out to begin. The timber smashed from Portside, the water rushed right in, mothers, fathers, children, none of them could swim. The boat it sank quite quickly and thier bodies floated far, 200 people died that night, do you care who they are.