Dignitaries
From a foreign shore
Enter by
Discreet side door
Climb the steps
To viewing place
Dark skinned guests
From a distant race
Distant places
Were our forte
Mercantile
And military sortee
Ruled the world
This little island
Empire builders
Now asylum
People come
In tiny dinghies
Brave the water
Many sinking
The world we plundered
Returns the favour
Glad you came
We need your labour
Brian Fahy
17 September 2022
Erris Poetry 