As history folds and creases her soil,
Countries, statesmen, push and pull,
With civil unrest her hands are full;
Europa groans in restless toil.
As cars pile up, stubborn plastic floats,
Eat GMOed bread, and become toast.
Bubble economies, public debts bloat.
Are the Gilets Jaunes the latest scapegoats?
‘Lazy south just dances and feasts.’
‘Discipline, rigour belong to the north.’
Barbed innuendoes flow back and forth,
‘Is wealthy west better than over-easy east?’
Longer than German bros work broke Greeks,
In foreign states, if the former paid bribes,
Deduct it from taxes could their accounting scribes. ((Up until 2002, claiming back the costs of bribes made was legal in Germany.))
So, now to tarnish Hellas why avidly seek?
Lingos clash on battlegrounds,
In board rooms, sly plans astound.
Bailing out banks is a long merry-go-round;
As a long-term strategy, is that sound?
Will Catalans, Brits, or Greeks really leave?
Blood of centuries dyed her fields;
Will infighting lower her yields?
Are holes getting bigger in Europa’s sieve?
Long, bitter wars, can they forget?
Are mirrored in the other, financial threats?
Stock exchange wars don’t need bayonets,
Who’s responsible for public debt?
If with one voice they could all sing,
To past rows, if didn’t still cling,
From diversity, unity wring,
Could Europa see a brand new spring?