This green and pleasant land of riches
Draws the poorest to its shores
Who then discover the greatest lie,
There’s no welcome and the gates
Of this nirvana are closed, the promises
Of last years politics turned to dust.
So, disaffected and unwanted they huddle
These shabby masses, claiming our green spaces,
Ungrateful for the little they are given, wanting more.
Their ways are not our Western ways.
We turn our heads and close our eyes
Until the simmering rages spill over
And who is right and who is wrong becomes
Impossible to know.
Once more we push back, against the tides
Calling for our soldiers, armed to the teeth, to
Fight men armed with sticks and stones, until
Driven back, repulsed, repelled, they sail the seas,
Walk the roads, traverse the mountains – they are unstoppable,
This ragged mass of human flotsam, searching for the humanity
We appear to have lost.