“Today 1% of the world is a barely livable hot zone.
By 2070 that portion could go up to 19%.
Billions of people call these lands home. Where will they go?”
-NY Times article on climate change and migration
Southern winds bring sand from the Sahara
for thunder storms to rinse from British skies.
Each shower leaves a film upon my car.
In fine red dust blown here from Africa,
kids scrawl obscenities as they pass by.
fingers stained with sand from the Sahara.
Year on year the desert claims more acres.
Scirocco winds lift sand a mile high,
each shower leaves a film upon our cars.
The escalating global temperature
leaves Niger, Chad and Mali parched and dry.
Southern winds bring sand from the Sahara.
Now we send refugees to Rwanda –
to stop them washing up at Deal or Rye.
I turn to wipe the blood-rain from my car.
Every year the swallows come back later,
they taste the dirt in our unfriendly skies.
Southern winds bring sand from the Sahara.
I draw a frown in dust upon my car.
