You've read the news stories about the separation of immigrant families in the United States. You will be aware of the message Melania Trump carried on her coat. Poets have responded, from both sides of the Atlantic. Read what they have to say, this weekend, at Poetry24.

Wednesday, 17 September 2014


May I invite you to my cell to dine? 
Is this the final meal that you will face? 
It's Dalston's newest, sickest hipster line
For those about to die salute your taste
Sit down in your unplugged electric chair
There's extra seats for people black or poor
Our bar sells lethal shots and grilled despair
Please give your racial profile at the door
Come join the fun, you hipster boys and gals
Try innocents condemned with clotted cream
We don't suppose you're counting kilo-cals
That really wouldn't fit in with the theme
- - - At fifty quid, it's cheap at twice the price
- - - It's pop-up cos you sure can't eat here twice
by Janine Booth (The Big J)
Performs poetry as The Big J, on everything from rants against injustice to the correct arrangement of cutlery drawers. Hackney resident. Lefty, trade unionist, campaigner, railway worker and author.

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