England in Extremis.

I have no true home now,
My country has become a laughing stock in Europe,
So I hide my head in shame,
Not wishing to be seen as part of the farce performed
By clownish politicians
In my name.

I do not applaud the antics of red nosed old Etonians
Who would pay half a million
To hear a clock go BONG,
While thousands die unnoticed of malnutrition
And integrity is sold down the river
For a song.

Leaving Europe is not Dunkirk, it is the retreat from Kabul
When there was only one survivor, a starving man astride a mule.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 15th. - 16th. 2019.