
I was out sailing in my dinghy yesterday
in the English Channel twixt Dover and Calais
I fired a distress flare at half past five
then waited for hours for a lifeboat to arrive
it wasn’t because lifeboat crews couldn’t care less
but they have no time for real sailors in distress
those people who work or just enjoy being at sea,
for now they’re too busy looking for refugees
My stretch of coast it’s most drug smugglers. But your hard-hitting poem, Bobby, made me sit up and think.
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