I’m a traveller,
and my words spread far and wide;
my books travel on.
There is desert sands,
the wind blows its poems there,
for those that will see.

As complex as simple is.
I’m a traveller,
and my words spread far and wide;
my books travel on.
There is desert sands,
the wind blows its poems there,
for those that will see.

Brexit racist thugs,
Threaten remainer MPs
Is this really British?
MPs desert Grey,
Greasy can’t get a firm grip,
Support slips away.