Neighbours

Through her territorial fence
she watches them
and mutters.

‘Bogus people
begging on the Underground,
stealing food
from the mouths of MY children.’

Over the fence, the children
mourn lost friends
to a backing track
of remembered bombs.

Their Mama dusts desert sand
out of their long dark hair
and wonders whether this week
she can afford to buy them sweets.

**
Previously published on Leaveners Poets Corner. 

Meanwhile on Crafty Green Poet I've reposted a poem from 2006, you can read it here.