Ahmed
(专辑: Soundtrack To The Struggle 2 - 2019)
[Lowkey:] His young life was as delicate as the
wing of a
butterfly And as fragile as a
spider's web For him we cry because when he dies we all do Did Ahmed not deserve a
life? Ahmed never hurt a
fly Ahmed never knew the
politicians he was murdered by Certain times Ahmed wished that he could be a
bird and fly Beyond the
sky, escape the
curse of birth that he was burdened by Ahmed never grew to let your racism internalise Water poured from every pore in his corpse while the
nurses cried Ahmed was a
beautiful person like you or I
But are we?... Ahmed could have been a
doctor, lawyer or an engineer Could have been a
superstar but his life ended here Guess he was a
shooting star, burn bright and disappear To some he seems to represent a
menace in this hemisphere Let me here make the
very essence of this message clear He was precious, many die like him every year Ahmed was a
victim of resentment and relentless fear Now his soul surfs the
waves, I
wish we could have kept him here [Lowkey & Mai Khalil:] The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets) The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul) They call him Ahmed The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets) The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul) They call him Ahmed [Lowkey:] Ahmed's ancestors introduced to Europe Greek philosophy Brought with them irrigation, mathematics and astronomy Symbolically, irony of this horror isn't lost on me Trying to get to Europe via Greece is where he's lost at sea Ahmed not Achmed, it's Ahmed, he's that dead Toddler lying lifeless on the
beach with his back bent Arms spread, reaching the
direction that his dad went If he made it here, would have been bullied for his accent He was captured by the
ocean, paralysed and frozen While these parasites sat and typed, analysing clothing Now for resources we all compete beyond the
talk of war and peace And talk of porous border there is corpses on the
shore of Greece They found a
teddy next to where his body was found The
sea swallowed him, politics has swallowed him now And those responsible, Ahmed's ghost will follow them now To the
family all we can say is we are sorry he drowned Because... [Lowkey & Mai Khalil:] The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets) The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul) They call him Ahmed The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets) The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul) They call him Ahmed [Lowkey:] They say let him drown, let him drown, let him drown, What have you done, don't let him drown, don't let him drown No what have we become, don't let him drown No, don't let him drown And they say Let him drown, let him drown, let him drown What have we done, don't let him drown, don't let him drown No, what have we become, don't let him drown Please, don't let him drown Ahmed could've been you, and Ahmed could've been me We need to understand the
policies that put him in the
sea We need to understand why it is the
beach is full of dying kids A
colonial Metropole people want to reside in If he did would he make it or fall to something that's deeper End up like like Jimmy Mubenga or Khaled Abu Zarifa A
picture by Javier Bauluz on the
beaches of Tarifa Made me see, some would grieve more if Ahmed was a
creature With four legs, then they would consider him legitimate Those like him braving barbed wire burning off their finger tips Balfours alien act, that mentality still exists Is privilege the
difference between an ex-pat and an immigrant? For Ama Sumani and Osman Rasul Mohamed, when you take others humanity, it's only yours that's stunted, not a
swarm They're our sisters and brothers, that's the
sum of it The
cockroaches here are in the
media and the
government Not the
sea [Lowkey & Mai Khalil:] The
sea, the
sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets) The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul) They call him Ahmed The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds our secrets (holds our secrets) The
sea, the
sea, the
sea, it holds his soul (holds his soul) They call him Ahmed [Lowkey:] Ahmed never knew the
politicians he was murdered by Ahmed never knew the
politicians he was murdered by Ahmed never knew the
politicians he was murdered by And they all laugh at him...