Friday, 31 January 2020

NINBY


NINBY

House the homeless,
Feed the poor,
Open up
A foodbank store,
Shelters
For the hard core,
The injured
And the scarred.
Teenage kids
Who’ve run away,
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 rummage
Rubbish bins,
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,
Take yourself away,
Greta doesn’t speak for him,
He needs a holiday.
While you've been
Slating cars and planes,
He's been on his guard,
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 better place,
But not in Nigel’s yard.



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