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At the national picket of the unhappy
I see large crooked coins
Hoisted like placards above the irate crowd.
On the first face, I see immigrants & owls embossed,
And on the second, snakes & neighbors.
It's the coin they toss
To divine the wellspring of troubles
That every day beset this broken nation.
It turns at every toss to land first face up
When crime is up and jobs down.
The oracle, I know, holds the second face in reserve
To deploy on that day to come 
When the homeland is rid of strange hairs and noses 
But crime is still up and about 
And jobs still down and out.

Yes, when immigrants are gone it'll be neighbors in the dock
Taking blame for all national ills.
History will stand witness 
As the whips and stones that now descend on immigrants 
To break their bones and spirit 
Give way to tanks and missiles
Sent forth to break bone and spirit 
Across the trampled borders
To the east, west, and south 
Previously crossed by immigrants
But now crossed by armies.

Wisdom beckons to the clueless right
But her call they will not heed.
With glee they hasten to their likes across the border,
Carrying their precious coins in tow
With which they purchase glib excuses 
To explain away all national failure. 
How little they know that when their deed is done
And all immigrants gone
We'll be back to war, war, war
As of yore,
When the homeland had not strange hairs and noses
To take away from neighbors the blame for national ills.

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