Driving through the jungle of Calais

It’s been 12 hours on the coach

Oi give a snore strip to that bloke

Passports out we’re approaching border control

Mummy look there’s a man under that bus!

We were driving through the jungle of Calais

Along us were the desperate sprints of men as they attempt to escape

We were now all awake

Screams from the coach as they get close

Cries from the camps for it to be over

To get to the white cliffs of Dover

It’s darker to view through a window than a screen

And it wasn’t even the police smoke bombs that gave it that sheen

Walls block out the sun and cast a dark shadow

The moon reminds it’s not a simulation

Mia GiaconeBy Tayla Swan