So the united free post wall of Berlin world has a new scourge
Immigrants or emigrants, depending on which side of the border you reside in.
Like the unexpected proliferation of bed lice begun in the 60's
By the advertising moguls of the jet age generation.
Had it not been for tourists there would be no international spending
On the luxury of travel and all the internal delights of a country
Damned on outsourcing all it's history and culture and sights
To the detriment of all it's citizens.
Too many countries have been built with the hard labour of the unemployed
Striving to build a better and safer place to live
While escaping the persecution and derision offered by their oppressors
Escaping to a better offering and just grateful to have their lives.
And now the oppressors seem to have failed in their duties to deliver a future
Hordes descend from the mountains of faith to the plains of platitude
That echo in the hollow chambers of democracy
So proudly ensconced in the fables of ancient Greece.
Like the bedbugs of yore and the viral bugs of the apocalypse
Plagues of peoples spread as refugees across our lands
There are many who seek solace but there are many who carry knives in their hands
And they wait for our back to turn whilst they smile and mill around.