Christmas Sonnet

afghanistan_kids_childrenThis time of year, gathered here, in the warm.
Inside, we have heating and chairs. We glow!
In other nations, fractured, at war, all torn,
Suffering and broken, no friends, just foe.

Inside, we have heating and chairs. We glow!
We sit and write letters to unknown friends.
We can’t feel their plight and misery, how can we know?
For, now the year has gone, they don’t know their end.

In other nations, fractured, at war, all torn
Suffering, broken, over hills, no friends, just foe.
Fathers at war, they wonder why they’re born.
Here, warm, comfy and safe. Will we ever know?

Suffering, broken, over hills, no friends, just foe.
Inside, we have heating and chairs. We glow!

 

 

Foreigner in my own land

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Foreigner In My Own Land

Dear Mr Blunkett,
I know you can’t see,
but why do you have to
have us all on C C T V.

And now to make things,
a lot worse by far,
we’ve got to carry cards,
to show who we are.

I mean do I look like
I’ve come from out of state,
when all I want is a
bit of real estate.

I mean its our country
and were under the same laws,
but sometimes I feel like
I’ve been born abroad.