by Lynn White
You wonder where next.
Gaza, or Greenland,
just follow the gas,
so some say.
But Monroe and me say Mexico.
Don-roe and they say Mexico.
Gaza and Greenland
are just chips in the deal.
You can bet your bottom dollar,
it’s Mexico, say Monroe and me.
And then it’s the time of Don-roe and they
All doors open, north and south.
Canada, Colombia, Cuba,
Greenland… and then
we can only wait
and see.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality and writes hoping to find an audience for her musings. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Peach Velvet, Light Journal, and So It Goes.
