for AG, RB, DP, AN, SM
Pope Francis says, "tie
the corrupt to a rock and throw
them in the sea." A man
living in social housing
instead of having a well-lit
second home may
count himself a failure.
In our society is a mass
sense of entitlement, induced
subliminally, but without much
subtlety. I tried that once.
Home office send a letter
to 7 year old boy
telling him to leave
the country voluntarily or
his departure may be enforced.
Jeez... Amidst death,
debris and desperation
a newborn human
learns to latch on.
The Yorkshire Post won't let me
run anymore adverts.
Gardinski replies;
"What if there is not enough ocean?"
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Showing posts with label immigration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label immigration. Show all posts
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Friday, 8 November 2013
IMMIGRANTS
The shores are overrun with immigrants, flooding in
on high tide with the boats. False widows
hiding out in banana consignments and crayfish,
bigger than the native species, invading streams
the length and breadth of England. In some counties,
catching non-natives is legal due to the threat
to the indigenous white claws. They hate our laws.
Off the motorway, bodies swing at regular junctures.
Flies dizzy the corpses and beyond, at the horizon,
a distant city glows like an explosion. You drive fast.
Your headlamps, worrying the country lane hedge-bottoms,
riddle hares into the road. You are coming Deep South
to the white folk. Here, their blood-cross flag swears
something gonna happen. Somehow.
on high tide with the boats. False widows
hiding out in banana consignments and crayfish,
bigger than the native species, invading streams
the length and breadth of England. In some counties,
catching non-natives is legal due to the threat
to the indigenous white claws. They hate our laws.
Off the motorway, bodies swing at regular junctures.
Flies dizzy the corpses and beyond, at the horizon,
a distant city glows like an explosion. You drive fast.
Your headlamps, worrying the country lane hedge-bottoms,
riddle hares into the road. You are coming Deep South
to the white folk. Here, their blood-cross flag swears
something gonna happen. Somehow.
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