A Bunch of Migrants

A Bunch of Migrants

 Remember the mud there in France?
In trenches before the advance?
How Brits’ stood so bravely?
Their blood flowed like gravy
For what, went to Germany’s dance?

What would you wish for your children?
What price would you place on their head?
What price, paid the Parents, 
For their disappearance?
Do they sleep on a beach in the Med?

The refugees now are abandoned 
After bombing their homes freely random
Their sweat blood and toil
Swapped For arms sales and oil
To fatten the Tory boys Fifedom.

Was it so that the children be free?
Or the world Britain’s values to see?
For Unfairness and Guile
And Cameron’s denial 
Of Driving kids into the sea?

My Father would spin in his grave 
To see Cameron’s belittling rage
Leaving Children In tents
To starve….No defence
For sure it is Cameron’s  blockade.