Poem: Dirty Old Boat

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Float, Float,
Dirty old boat
Dirty old trade
People afloat,
crying,
dying, fish holds of shame.
Wave after wave,
desperate, wretched, people
abandoned,
stranded
by men who profit hope.

Men who politic no hope,
praying to Jesus,
Who spoke,
"Knock and the door shall be opened for you"
Prime Minister, who prays spoke,
Nope nope nope.

Vote, Vote,
Dirty old vote
Dirty old politics
People remote,
receive,
believe, lies full of shame.
Wave after wave,
affluent, feckless people
democracy,
hypocrisy.
Deny the dirty old boat.

Decry the people who float
praying for help
who spoke,
"Please, human kindness, asylum we seek."
A wealthy nation spoke,
Nope.

Note, Note
Dirty old boat
Dirty old trade
Forever float
here,
there, nowhere at all.
Wave after wave,
people of unfortunate birth
persecuted,
tortured.
Solace denied, in my nation of bloat.

By Phil Charters

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