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.
