Refugees' Luggage
They came with orders
And transporters
Souls with borders
Who are you we’re moving you
Off you go
Tentative roots in a new community
Ripped out fast with the impunity
Of cruelty to the refugee
Being Party policy
Who are you we’re moving you
Off you go
From one uncaring mean hotel
To the next uncaring mean hotel
No pleased as man with man to dwell
No fond farewell
Who are you we’re moving you
Off you go
What you can carry’s what you can bring
What’s left behind you know they’ll sling
Don’t you dare say a fucking thing
Who are you we’re moving you
Off you go
And all that’s left is the refugees’ luggage
That the hotel will throw in the bin
This is England this is right now
These are the fascists that you voted in
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-68080820
M.C. Newberry
Sun 28th Jan 2024 11:42
GS - your gentle admonition is entirely suitable to your role
and respected. It is, howeve, not always possible to separate
the content (and intent) of a poem and its language from
its creator's motives and personal stance. If the content is
of a disputatious nature, then a reaction/challenge is to be
expected. I try to maintain a level of humour and politeness,
refraining from invective in my observations but even that
reticence/courtesy isn't always enough for some to accept and debate in a well-mannered open-minded way. "Obsessive"
can be a trait in various contributions, not least those of a
political nature, which can become heated...all well and good as
long as two-way discourse is maintained. Anyway...enough
from me. Keep up the good work in your efforts to maintain
some balance and decorum on WOL.