The News In Poetry Day 51: You Kip

Close your eyes for a while
And sleep soundly, my dear
You must be quite tired
From your anger and fear

The financial crisis:
And mass immigration
You’re right to be worried.
We see your frustration

But we don’t like to see you
Like this: we implore you
Close your eyes, and let us
Do your worrying for you.

We’ll watch over you
Against foes we’ll stand guard
It’ll all be all right…
Just stop thinking so hard!