Danny Draper Poems
Race To The Bottom (With Apologies To John Masefield)
I must go down in the seas again, the lonely sea and to die,
And all I ask is a better life and a land to set that by,
And the world's kick and the wind's song and the white fists shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and great jaws breaking.
I must go down in the seas again, for the call of the run to hide
It's a wild card all or nothing that asylum be denied;
And all I ask is a worldly care with the old words applying,
And the flung sprayed and the thrown strewn, and the sea-done lying.
I must go down in the seas again, to the vague refugee life, ...
They threw sticks and stones
I built a house,
They threw insults
I marketed condiments,
They threw a tantrum
I sipped it on ice,
They threw the baby out with the bath water
I built a slip and slide,
They misled the people