What are we waiting for, mum?
Shh, darling. People are paying their respects.
To the old lady?
She wasn’t old, my love.
So why did she die?
An accident. No, not an accident… She was unlucky.
What do you mean, mum?
She was on her way home and then…
She met someone who wasn’t nice.
Not all people are nice, sweetheart. Some of them are nasty and like to hurt other people.
She met a bad man?
It seems that way, yes.
How did she die?
We don’t know yet, baby.
We might know one day. The police are investigating, trying to find out.
But she wasn’t old?
No, beautiful girl. She was young. That is why people are sad.
Why did they bring flowers?
That is what people do when they are sad.
But we didn’t.
No. We didn’t know the lady.
But I want to bring flowers.
It is better for the people who did know her to bring them. It will help them to feel better. We are not bringing flowers so that there is space for theirs.
Oh. When can we bring flowers?
When it is someone we know.
I don’t like it when people die.
I know, sweetheart. Nobody does.
Why do people die?
It is part of life.
So she died because it is part of life?
I don’t know, my love. I don’t know.
We care more for ancient ruins
And destruction wrought on tombs
By whatever means they may
Than for lives that end today
While the blood and flesh and bone
Leaving everything they own
To escape the latest purge
Travel desert, sea and gorge
Those who voyage only land
On their uppers, close at hand
To the help they sorely need
Yet the politicians plead
Not to have to break their word
To the xenophobic horde
Those whose votes they barely won
From the hardened right, anon
Thus with bottle-necks and fence
We corral and harry hence
Workers that we sure could use
Grateful, welcome, unabused
Skilled and keen to integrate
To prop up our ageing State
In permissive company
Knowing just who let them be
As the fight takes to the skies
And the waves fill up with lies
We would throw away resource
Inconvenient and coarse
With no tally of the cost
Nor of what support is lost
Though our leaders might feel tall
While our borders stand, we fall