the avalanche of hunger in the Med
bellies sore, babes’ thirst, stunned stares
hunger for an English speaking land
the mirage of homecoming on beat-up coastlines
confinement in our brave new camps
repression thick-embedded in our tabloid puns
undertones, careless talk they deserve their fate
the terror of the poor, the smugglers’ greed
the mob mouths pay your way, we pay too much tax
ten pounds to see a doctor? thirty six to feed a refugee?
Beware stories. Don’t believe all you read:
roamers without papers living off the state
scapegoat innocents. workers from the world’s ends,
evaders of all sorts, Brits in the mix
the sick and old, the arrhythmic heartbeat
where’s your wheelchair, then?
the shirkers, the baffled, the losers, you
the neighbour’s cold smile, the insult in the street
how do we pay for all this?
Shylock’s cry, do we not bleed, the human race.