Fear of Ghosts
Fear of ghosts?
USA, a thrill word of my boyhood, great things happens in
America. From the deck I saw the statue of liberty; fabulous,
a dream came true I thought. Immigration officials boarded.
We stood in line showing our cocks to a bored medical man.
A uniform asked if we’re commies. But when he asked me
my dislike of any authorities came forth; I said “Yes, I’m.”
Our captain said “he doesn’t understand English very well.”
The officials laughed, yet a crew member was not allowed
ashore, had his name in a big book and black listed because
he was member of the communist party of Norway and might
cause threat to USA. 1955 till 2012 nothing has changed;
only the ghosts are now called Muslims.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2012
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