Immigrant With Seniority
You hypocrite! You selfish twit.
You only exist as a counterfeit
to your ancestors dreams. You are unfit.
So you are here. You whip up fear.
You can't resist the odd sneer or a jeer
At those you would rather make disappear.
Their loss is huge. They need refuge.
But when you're asked to help with the deluge
You do your impersonation of Scrooge.
You go to church, a front pew perch.
But if you did just a little research
You'd see God would not leave them in the lurch.
New arrivals, whose survival
Brings out those instincts so vile and tribal.
Maybe you should go reread that bible.
Not the same God? Your logic's flawed.
You are being exposed now as a fraud.
People are people, even from abroad.
Change your thinking. Boats are sinking.
Give to them your charity, unblinking.
This once big world continues it's shrinking.
April 17 2017
Copyright © P L Ritz | Year Posted 2017
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