Cuckoo Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Drug cuckoos fly from London,
Liverpool, due north, north east
With heroin, cocaine and cannabis
Seeking a nest to lay their poison in

Not in the richer parts of town
Well feathered, powerful
Not where neighbours watch
And know their rights

Poor people live like birds in the woods:
When trouble comes, each must take flight
Or fight. But where to fly?
And how to fight the parasitic cuckoo?

Jobless, friendless, living with a habit
The cuckoos' hostsits fearful in his nest

There is no knock on the door
Boots kick it open,
Crime lords do not need a calling card
They come, wielding machetes,

There is no sanctuary. It's a dead end.
Send for the undertaker.
Cuckoo's off Scot free.