WHAT IS SAUCE…
Did they ask at the border
can we come in
though it would lead to murder
the death of kith and kin
When asked if there was anything to
declare
and open your bags please
that started the glare
for they you don’t tease
The queue was growing longer
the tanks the ammo trucks
the khaki the general staff with war
to ponder
the accountants in charge of the
bucks
Overhead the aircraft were stacking
with bombs and missiles
eager to send a whole country
packing
but don’t push be patient awhile
We come in peace my friends
pest control whole governments
baited
the cure may be worse than the illness
but it mends
you may not agree but it’s fated
And fated it was
as millions hit the road
right into Fortress Europe’s jaws
into the gullets of nations, of no fixed
abode
Wilson John Haire.
Labour Affairs Magazine 