Promised Land

I have to be patient, and not too concerned About the things I can’t manage If some of the stones I left lying unturned For this I cannot be disparaged The island is so overcrowded and small New comers arrive by the boats They want to steal space, so the natives can fall Into the sea full of ghosts But what was Mayflower by modern esteem? No politics here, just a fact: A boat full of immigrants, led by a team Of Jesus freaks with legal act To establish an ownership far, far away They claimed it “the promised land” How can you deny others doing the same? For jobs you won't do they're godsend.