A MIGRANT'S THOUGHTS.

Here I am sitting in Calais

My friends are holed up in Greece

My problem is mud and more mud

Their's is barbed wire and Police.

We can't all get into UK

It's an island and not very great.

So some of us must go elsewhere,

But quick before it's too late

This Europe we've heard of is naf

No one is welcoming us

Some of us want to go back

But Europe is making a fuss.

Greece can't pay to look after us,

Italy, almost the same.

Now others are all building fences;

I wonder, do they think it's a game?

There are bad people among us it's true.

They are after our money no doubt.

But we're caught very tight in this trap

So we pay, very dear, to get out.

Great nations stand by doing nothing

While things go on getting worse

We struggle to keep ourselves going

Great nations take care of their purse.

We'd love to live somewhere that's safe,

But will we ever arrive?

Our courage is great but moral's very low

We hope we can still stay alive!!

For those criminals hiding among us

Our contempt does know no bounds.

Their only interest in us, it seems

Is making lots more pounds!!

So, politicians everywhere

Get going, we implore!!

For things are getting out of hand

And we can't take much more!!