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Those wild, pre-Brexit days<\/strong> Do you remember those wild, pre-Brexit days And a man couldn\u2019t take a shit in his own toilet Do you remember those wild, pre-Brexit days and when he went to the corner shop Do you remember those wild, pre-Brexit days And immigrants crawled out of the gutters. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Louisa Adjoa Parker<\/strong> is a writer of English\/Ghanaian heritage. Her poetry collection, Salt-sweat and Tears, and pamphlet, Blinking in the Light, are published by Cinnamon Press. Her work has appeared in various publications, including Bare Fiction; Envoi; and Wasafiri.\u00a0www.louisaadjoaparker.com<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Those wild, pre-Brexit days after Josephine Corcoran Do you remember those wild, pre-Brexit days when immigrants filled our seas with their bodies, floated death onto our beaches forced us to see images of dead immigrant children while we were eating our cereal and drinking our tea? And a man couldn\u2019t take a shit […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[137,141,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prizes-and-awards","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16679","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16679"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16679\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17276,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16679\/revisions\/17276"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nafter Josephine Corcoran<\/p>\n
\nwhen immigrants filled our seas with their bodies,
\nfloated death onto our beaches
\nforced us to see images of dead immigrant children
\nwhile we were eating our cereal and drinking our tea?<\/p>\n
\nwithout finding an immigrant squatting over the bowl
\nand when he went to work the immigrants had run off with his job
\nand when immigrants crawled out of gutters
\nand when immigrants crawled out of the seas<\/p>\n
\nwhen the immigrants killed our language
\nhow when a man walked down his own street,
\nit was like living in Syria, or Poland or some godforsaken place,
\nand a man had to listen to them chattering like monkeys<\/p>\n
\nthe immigrants had bought all the white sliced
\nand immigrants owned the shop, too!
\nAnd when he went to the job centre they\u2019d run off with his benefits.
\nAnd when immigrants crawled out of gutters
\nand when immigrants crawled out of the seas<\/p>\n
\nwhen immigrants stole all our women
\nand when a man tried to make love to his own wife
\nan immigrant had climbed into his bed,
\nslid between his cotton sheets
\nand was running his immigrant hands
\nall over her English rose skin
\nand a man had to watch while the immigrant took her \u2013
\nwhile he whispered sweet nothings in foreign!
\nAnd when a man went downstairs to make tea
\nan immigrant poured himself out of the kettle.<\/p>\n
\nAnd immigrants crawled out of the seas.<\/p>\n