bobbing along

t'wixt here and there

on inquiet waves

tossing

turning

the flimsy craft

abandoning the weak

the old

a child

Turn the radio off,

please, it's spoiling

my breakfast

I know all about that migrant stuff

I remember the Jews back then?

we took some for sure.

we've taken too many of this lot

where are they from anyway

other peoples' wars

things are bad enough here

without them

everyone's doing their best

aren't they

Pass the butter, dear.

Toast's a bit on the dry side