“They met with a bunch of migrants in Calais, they said they could all come to Britain”
David Cameron
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I have seen a bunch of tulips bow in a sea of petals
and placed them in my wheelie bin on top of dead grass
but I’ve never seen a bunch of migrants where I live.
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I have seen as a child polluted stars above Calais
and they still looked beautiful in the black lace sky
I heard the weavers used to sell them in bunches.
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I have seen cancer grow in bunches on a friends breast
but never saw a bunch of migrants outside hospital
and when cancer waited at the gate they both left at will.
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I have begged a bunch of lads not to kick my head in
and when they did I ripped bunches of condemned grass
that now houses bunches and bunches of refugees.
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I have listened to a bunch of right honourable gentleman
call human beings by labels like my Ma used to iron in shirts,
but I was always more than my name, like bunches of migrants.
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bravo.
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Thank you Sonja for making time to say so x
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it is a real good read have you a blog here?
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Hi Sonja, I wish I had time for blogging but alas I don’t 😦 I’ve tried to create longer poems which expand the points I want to make. Thanks for being interested to read my work and good luck with yours as well 😉
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