The Great Migration

Should we weep? 

Or should we rage? 

Or nothing?

Do nothing. At all. 

Should we scroll on and watch Danish Sait?

And talk about our despotic RWA (anda)

And the inconvenience 

Of maids and drivers 

And the shortage of craft beer? 

Should we talk about the Economy?

And 40% salary cuts?

The lorries roll on packed like sardines 

Until they don’t 

Crushed tin cans 

The trains chug along 

Except when they don’t 

But still they walk 

Across the Serengeti 

Looking for food to eat 

While the crocodiles eat the young 

and the weak 

While the tar melts

In the May sun

Under cracked soles 

And broken souls 

Should we weep?

Or should we rage? 

Or nothing?

Nothing. At all. 

Nothing at all...