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.