You say it’s the pull

You say it’s the pull
Of our success and all
As you beat your chests
Over our worth.

But you Lords of Misrule
Have abused every tool
Just to serve yourselves
Bigger and first.

Paranoia obsessed
Dealing death and distress
You now hope will just
Simply reverse.

You proclaim that you care
But try hard not to share
Wringing greasy hands
While it gets worse.

How intolerable
To suggest that we’re full
And treat humankind
Like it’s a curse –

You too easy forget
All the push you beget
As you help to create
Hell on Earth.

Short on sight; long on consequence

Fixing a symptom
Midwives to another cause
Still expect applause

Babe-in-arms

But for the grace,
Put down your
Fearful vanity
Rise up
Reach out
With Love
Embrace
In every face
Your own Humanity

~

Life’s Hope captured
In the tiny stillness
Of immeasurable sorrow,
Be not in vain,
Else here, then, lies
Where all the World’s tomorrows die.

~

Aylan Kurdi, Galip, Rehan, may your Light shine in the darkness.

Plain as the nose

There should be no surprise
at the expedience,
equivocation
and contempt shown
by this government,
to People fleeing horror
and to People simply searching
for a better life,
as all you have to do
is shine a light at home,
on how it is prepared
to treat its own.

Post Colonial

If Cecil had rocked up in Calais
he would have been let through –
safe haven is a trophy, too.

[‘Calais crisis: Anger online over reaction to the death of a migrant compared to the killing of Cecil the Lion‘]

Yonder

Pleasure
Treasure
Pressure
Wander
Recce
Yonder
Measured
Sorties
Expeditions
Missions
Conquests
Vested int’rests
No rest for the wicked
Business
Grand Tour
Follies
Jollies
Beanos
Ex-pats
Dual hats
Fat cats
Stray cats
Trafficked
Bussed-in doormats
Snuck yourself in? Wow, you earned that!
Omnipresent corporations
On your marks, get set:
Negotiation
Exploitation
Wholesale nation delegations
Visas
Oligarchic geezers
Economic vagrancy
And desperate pleas by refugees
In boat loads
Rescued by the say-so