As She Preached

Most reverend Donald, you have seen
For certain, on your statesman's trip,
How Britons dote on tangerine
And treasure our relationship.

The values of our precious West,
We both agree, would be a sin
To compromise for those not blessed
With orange, white or gammon skin.

Our great and long-allianced lands
Should act befittingly for champs,
And turn our small and compact hands
To building concentration camps.

And yet, at risk of seeming stern,
I fear that we cannot accept
Your blunt suggestion some return
To those dark places whence they crept.

When British tolerance gets tough,
And troublous wogs are thus addressed,
A statesperson of proper stuff
Will always add "or face arrest."

Mary England