Razor wire
And border fence
Electronic installation
No dream deals
At immigration
And pass control
Where guards patrol
To staunch the mass-ive
Influx
Tonight a prayer
At 7pm
With dignitaries
And a cardinal
And all the bells
Throughout the land
Will ring
In sympathy -
Though it's too late
For you and me
For you and me
Against the prodigy
Or wish to live in peace
Must flee
With home advantage gone
Oh! dear old Uncle Sam
Play it again
Play it again
What have you done?
What have they done?
Who will drive the taxi now?
Who will bake the pizza?
Who will play the red nose clown?
And who will pay the soldier?
Who will write the poetry
And who will heed the words?
That is very profound Gwil.
ReplyDeleteThank you. 50 km queues on the border now. Incredible scenes. Hungarians have withdrawn police from Budapest Station. People are cramming onto the trains hoping to get to Germany, the only EU country refusing to obey the Dublin Agreement that asylum seekers have to seek asylum at the first country in the EU they come to, for example 160,000 in Greece, which is plainly a ludicrous situation.
DeleteI listened to Ezra Pound poems on the radio this afternoon. I will do a study of him. I will some more later about your words here.
ReplyDeletePat at Weaver of Grass is a big Pound fan.
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