Newcomer's Echo
The ghetto’s the realm for new immigrants,
In society now they are the peasants.
Brown, yellow or white they’re hated by all
Welcomed with a communication wall.
They’re only good for the dole, which we pay,
They’re given houses, without any delay.
They get the best work and leave us with none
We’re skint cause of them, we feel we’ve been done.
Their idiosyncrasies used as bait,
To stir differences, with which to breed hate.
They smell, they eat quat they chase our women
We won’t let them mix cause they are vermin.
No place at the inn, back to the crossroad
You can’t settle here to get a freeload.
History’s plagued by newcomer’s pain,
Only for us to repeat it again.
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