You hoped for a better day but saw the dark, bleak night of clandestinity.
You hoped for the warmth of a refuge but felt the cruel, icy cold, deadly grip of the deep dark sea.
You hoped for a better future, a better life, but you sank into oblivion.
Your last breath snuffed out, without a sound, without remorse.
Your hopes dashed with violence against the Gibraltar, against our indifference.