If only we'd known A dead child was what The white people needed To start to care and solve The problems of the war-torn, ***** Third-World. We could have drowned one Years ago in a luxury Bubble bath and saved all The inconvenience of Distracting us from The Kardashians And making us uncomfortable And having to worry about Whether they will Take our jobs or Become our neighbours And then we would Have to stumble over The pronunciation of their Very foreign names And worry about their Very foreign ways And whether or not our Train journeys to work Would be targeted by ISIS, Or, perhaps, our holiday Flight to the Mediterranean, With its simply darling little Features that are just so Intimate. At least it would make a Tragic story To discuss over brunch With the ladies of leisure While they get off On the intimate pleasure Of donating old clothes (Expensive ones mind you! - The refugees won't know They're born) to charity. If only we'd known. We'd have been able To help ourselves sooner Before it stopped being chic.