Un-ironed Curtain

Mike Bell/ January 28, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Look away, curtains wrenched
across Europe’s borders,
we are pulling,
those dark-patterned drapes.

We shut out the long view –
of shivering marauders,
to claim ring-fenced advantages
just for us to take.

The ‘bunch of migrants’
without drowned-dignity,
denial of freedoms,
Europe once claimed
through victory.

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