Shelters of Stone

Shelters of Stone
An Englishman’s home is his castle
Even when it’s made of cardboard
Barely keeping out the cold and damp
Huddled in doorway and arch

Make-shift tents of polythene
And corrugated iron sheets
Shelter thousands from the storms
But save them not from the disease

The crumbling rat-infested slums
Woodwork eaten by lice and worse
Are yet home to millions while their landlords
Build palaces of glistening glass and gold

Be it ever so humble there is no place like home
Though so many would change abode
With an honest Neanderthal for his cave
Or us in our big brown shelters of stone

Iain

 

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