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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required >I do not know if this classifies as poem as it is slightly religiously, political. Muslims here, Muslims, there. From Turkey might soon be everywhere. Will they be from that peaceful faith? And full of love, full of faith. Turkey, if such a nice place. None would leave that place of faith. I wonder if what I said is true. And millions move towards you. By you. I mean in the EU. I wonder if we'll be there too. As Turkey Prime Minister said June too. I guess soon they will be everywhere. Spreading their peaceful way here and there. Hope we keep our heads, so we can go. Inhabit the lands they have left so. We can enjoy the warmth from the Sun. Of course here they can moan and groan. As pay a fortune to heat our old homes. We won't care, as we will be. As warm as toast as Christians be. As Muslims, none will be left there. We had our wars I must confess. But could inhabit the holy land, no less. As all who lived there are over here. So we could emigrate with no fear. And be warmer. Did you hear? They will be warm in their Burke's here. We could sunbathe with little fear. They could blow their homes all up. While we rebuild. Nice ones with luck. They can wail into the air. We can sunbathe over there. Christians where they ought to be. Where Christ and his disciples trod, you see. Muslims can be in the cold. Moaning about it as I told. I wonder how long it will be. They will be crossing over the sea. Taking back from us Christians again. And we returned to Great Britain again. No doubt we will have to rebuild again. And clean up all the mess again. Then bless in a two years again. Start the whole process over again. If I write again. Any more. I will explode. I do implore. Not as a bomb. Oh, not like them. But just with words from me pen. I hope it's not too you know, for anybody. (The mad author)<
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