Cute by Clive Oseman

In a madness of mass malnutrition, national debt

where as we ignore, reject, forget,

sportsmen travel by private jet

and lose small fortunes on impulse bets

…

Desperate people risk their lives

to reach the safety of our isles

and for their trouble are reviled

more than government paedophiles

…

whilst in the great land of the free

for ethnic groups to cross police

is to risk gunshot wounds, a pile of wreaths

and a worthless torrent of “rest in peace”

…

if only they could all be lions, proud and cute

perfect for tourist’s photo shoots,

they’d never be scroungers whose needs are taboo

like filthy foreign prostitutes.