This is my tuppence worth on the recent decision the UK Government made to not accept 3,000 unaccompanied Syrian children who had travelled to Europe. See more on this story here.
***WARNING: This poem is extra angry***
“The offices of Downing Street are particularly busy today,
I’m ever so sorry children, you’ll have to go away.”
No this isn’t a direct quote but let’s face it, it may as well be,
As we patronise, then turn our backs on the plight of adversity.
“The locked doors of Downing Street cannot be opened today,
We’ve been hearing the same story for months, will it not just go away?”
We’re a nation of problem-solvers, we want to put things right,
But if answers don’t come fast and easy, we’ll put it out of sight.
Because we’ve signed petitions and sent a few possessions,
We wonder at lack of resolution and escalating aggression.
“The workers at Downing Street are today writing Policy,
Between acronyms and procedures, there’s excessive bureaucracy”
How will all our strategic words read to the next generations?
Or will it really matter when we’ve cut global relations!
And in a few months time, Panorama will investigate,
We’ll shed a tear and say ‘it’s awful’ on hashtagged, emotive updates,
At stories of human traffickers, of violence, of child rape,
We’ll claim ‘it’s just so shocking’ and sit with mouths agape.
And if, in years to come, a mass grave should be exposed,
We’ll again be shocked, because we paid off one of those
Oppressive Regimes to clear up all the mess,We’ll say ‘We didn’t see it coming’ and then we’ll blame the press.