Poem: Wind from the South

Wind from the South
Breeze on my face
Gereatrics in diapers
Singing Amazing Grace
Babes from the Equator
Escaping the air, guns & heat
Kin gearing to be my neighbour
Voting with their feet

Boomers busting
The hub’s ever lusting
Hand me a towel
My news feed’s in tears
My Tesla’s a-rusting
Migrants hustling
55+ coughing
Hurry build a wall
Before horses go troughing

Heat waves, sea rise
Hurricanes, storm eyes
Apple pies, carbon ‘missions
Gucci bags, greeny dissin’
Refugees, grandpas
Blue votes, red light johns
Toupees, detention halls
Black Fris, packed malls
Stop the flow, stop the runners
If concrete don’t work
Bring out the gunners

Clive Owen, Michael Caine
Round ’em up
Declaw, defang
Send ’em back again
Blade Runner, Hunger Games
If a soft touch’s fails
Warships & subs
Supply chains cut
‘ll reign ’em all in
Pain is gain . . .

Never forget
That refrain

~ Gunnar Våken