Quo Vadis? ©
There is no mistake you spot him
How he totters under weight-
It’s not by any means a pretty sight,
‘Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
The borders are barr’d, so are hearts of men.
‘You seem more curious
Than vicious, and I am cautious
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
My sins are writ large and scarlet
These papers scream ‘gainst me:
My birth under sorry hour, place
Worse still stamps me alien.’
‘That makes me,’ said I, a brother-
An alien I was once.
Brothers at arms, it’s no bother
For arms that bore a cross.
Ah under this bright Aegean Sun
You choose to bear my sin
Of being born in a curséd spot
And we’re cold and we’re hot.
And now there came border control,
And it grew wondrous cold
Of being swallowed by a whale-
Man’s godless protocol.
(in the style of The Rime of Ancient Mariner)