Prime Minister,
This is dramatic.
Refugees can’t wait.
Mr Murdoch,
People die in lorries
and crossing the sea.
Her Majesty, Chancellor,
Let’s pull our weight
to end this misery and hell!
We understand, darling,
We will talk to our partners in Europe,
cause nothing can be done without them.
We will be tough with human trafficking,
and reclaim sovereignty on Calais.
We may even have to bomb ISIS,
…Tony Blair will get all the blame!
And for those who flee from war,
equipment, water and food
should be sent, in due course,
But we’ll do things properly:
We’ll connect with the nation,
capturing the imagination
of every decent mind and soul.
Let the public jump
off our glorious cliffs
with hand-made parachutes
and Mickey Mouse full kits.
Let them fly to the jungle,
to run a triathlon,
in the scorching heat,
wearing a fur coat
(a plastic one, I mean).
White nose Johnny
will sing a love song
in 5 different languages,
naked,
in the North Pole.
Oh,
and Chris Evans can auction
a red gorgeous Ferrari
on a BBC show.
Bidders will flock!
…A new foreign policy?
Forget it, you fool!
…Don’t tax the rich,
they could leave us soon.
…New approach to fair trade?
We are UK PLC, dude.
…More migrants on our soil?
We can send them to the moon!
…What do you mean by “solidarity”?
Charity will just do!
Originally published in www.poesiaindignada.com with the title of “Solidarity”. Modified on 29/08/15
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