After all the wars,love still endures
Grace comes through the cracks, grace is the cure
Babies born in tents on wet cold ground
Eerie through the trees comes labour’s sound
But grace, like rain, needs openness and care
How can these refugees bear children here?
We enclose ourselves in fictive webs
Netflix,Prime , the BBC, the bed
We do not want to see the sky and stars
Downing gin and cocaine in the bar
We have plastic lawns and paper flowers
From the handmade dog to City Towers
There is a door but who can spot it now?
No poverty,no chastity no now
