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Fortune of birth

Who are we to close the gates
and refuse you entry?
who are we to claim this land
we have borrowed by fortune of birth?
how can any of us say it is our inheritance?
It belongs no more to us than to the wolves
and wildcats we anihilated so long ago,
or the crow circling an abandoned pastry in the gutter,
carelessly dropped from the hand of a man
who took more than he required.
I hear him now, whining about greedy seagull antics;
wailing that he can’t afford a holiday
because he’s just had a new kitchen fitted;
whinging that immigrants are parasitic.
His indignant belly threatens to break the zip
separating the word Ever from Last,
as he grinds a sodden fag-butt beneath his Nike shod toe
and slinks to the jobcentre with his sick note,
before slipping to work where they pay cash
and no questions are asked.

You arrive, hungry and confused,
your status robbed by cruel circumstance,
in need of some human kindness.
The government knows it can make
a tidy profit from your citizenship,
but it admits you in the name of charity
and in the name of charity you are herded
into asylum seekers’ hell;
grey prisoners in grey prisons, with no rights
and often no grasp of our language,
treated like criminals;
your only crime being misfortune.

The man collects his dole
and goes home to his cosy life,
to read the lies the tabloids tell,
while you try to settle in a de-humanising cell
in a country that tells you to go.

Who am I, and who is that man,
to say we should close the gates
and refuse you entry?
Who are we to claim this land
we have borrowed by fortune of birth?

This humble offering was inspired by M. Zane McClellan’s wonderful poem Captcha ~ I Am Human

Also please check out Not Me My Friend by Gbolabo Adetunji,

©Jane Paterson Basil

Pool of dirt

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Hey Mr Gangsta – so you think you’re cool?
Dissin’ every lesson that you learnt in school
Mistakin’ your gun for a useful tool
Killin’ all your brothers like a misbegotten fool

you’re a poisonous grub in a pool of dirt
looking for a host, with no thought of the hurt
you’re one of many and you all breed like fleas
we need to find a cure for this virulent disease
doctor, good doctor please give us some ease
jab us with an anti-gangsta vaccination please

Hey there Mr Racist well waddaya know
Not very much, and it’s starting to show
You’re dissatisfied and your mind’s so slow
You blame our immigrants and whine for them to go

you’re a poisonous grub in a pool of dirt
looking for a host, with no thought of the hurt
you’re one of many and you all breed like fleas
we need to find a cure for this virulent disease
doctor, good doctor please give us some ease
jab us with an anti-racist vaccination please

As for the monster who would stomp on his friends
With his size ten boots, for his own greedy ends
Making more money with each law that he bends
It’s time for him to turn around and make amends

you’re just a poisonous grub in a pool of dirt
looking for a host, with no thought of the hurt
you’re one of many and you all breed like fleas
we need to find a cure for this virulent disease
doctor, good doctor please give us some ease
jab us with an anti-greedy vaccination please

Poor Mr Foolish runs along behind
Longing for escape from his thankless grind
His vision too tunnelled to consider mankind
He votes to drag his future into decline

you’re just a poisonous grub in a pool of dirt
looking for a host, with no thought of the hurt
you’re one of many and you all breed like fleas
we need to find a cure for this virulent disease
doctor, good doctor please give us some ease
jab us with an anti-foolish vaccination please

Written for The Sandbox Writing Challenge #46 A Question of Perspective. This week Calen asks us “Whom do you look down upon?”

Thank you Calen – I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this challenge, but it turned out to be quite… exhilarating. Yup – that’s the word  🙂

©Jane Paterson Basil