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Wednesday, December 20, 2023

Socialist Sonnet No. 127

Migration

 

It seems the children of migrations past

Quickly become so indigenous they

Look to prevent others passing this way,

Becoming politicians who’ve amassed

Power and wealth enough to insist upon

Channel crossers in inflatable boats

Being collateral, exchangeable for votes,

No more than a business deal to be done.

The notion of migration surely implies,

Whether or not refuge is provided,

Humanity must remain divided;

The balance sheet decides who lives, who dies.

Rather than quotas and exclusion orders,

Why not a better world without borders?

 

D. A.

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