Towards dawn we spotted that dilapidated boat
overflowing with people waving their arms
a load of tragic hope
of lives boxed up without any label
That evening our sea would bring back on shore
even the rest of the composite crew lifeless
Who will govern this media fury
the author's words soaked in pain,
run everyone, the new reality show is on air vision world
What purpose will the umpteenth visit
of magicians and ladies, of his majesty 
and posing cryers who despair for three euros an hour.
And despite knowing they were committing a crime
by mutual agreement the fishermen held out their hand
in defiance of any bitter consequences
they followed the voice of their conscience.
That evening our sea would have brought us back to shore
maps, family photos, rags and a white shoe.
Who will govern this media fury
author's words soaked in pain,
don't miss this sensational new show
What purpose will the umpteenth visit
of courtesy and formal solidarity serve?
Come on, gentlemen, to admire the circus of horrors
Who will govern this media fury
Words of honor author imbued with pain
Carnival has a new bandwagon of empty promises in store.