NINBY

NINBY

House the homeless,

Feed the poor,

Open up

A foodbank store,

Shelters

For the hard core,

The injured

And the scarred.

Kids to dealers

Fallen prey,

Sons and daughters

Led astray,

Give them all

A place to stay,

But not in Nigel’s yard.

Not in Nigel’s back yard,

He don’t want your mess,

Find another dosshouse,

This is his address.

Take that

Sleeping bag away,

You’re permanently barred,

You can kip

Outside all day,

But not in Nigel’s yard.

Flee the war,

Sail the seas,

Cross the barbed wire

Boundaries,

With a million

Families,

Tortured, drained

And starved.

Leave the spies,

The secret police,

The night terrors

That never cease,

There’s asylum,

Love and peace,

But not in Nigel’s yard.

Not in Nigel’s back yard,

He’s told you loud and clear,

This plot of land’s

A private band,

You’re not welcome here.

There’s sympathy

But there’s no tea,

Sorry if that’s hard,

You can be a refugee,

But not in Nigel’s yard.

Cultivate

A nature trail,

Help the birds

And bees prevail,

Breathe the air

No longer stale

With fossil

Fuels marred.

Harness power

From wind and sun,

Get the carbon

Down to none,

There’s a clean up

To be done,

But not in Nigel’s yard.

Not in Nigel’s back yard,

Run along and play,

Greta doesn’t speak for him,

He needs a holiday.

School kids slating

Cars and planes,

Get shown his red card

Go on strike,

Hold up the trains,

But not in Nigel’s yard.

Not in Nigel’s back yard,

He’s got things to do,

He don’t want a wind farm

Ruining his view.

Your invasion

Of his space

Is held in low regard,

Make the world

A cleaner place,

But not in Nigel’s yard.