The Third World
“To import the ‘third world’ is to become one”
Over the last decade (roughly 2015–2025), a very large number of people from developing nations—often characterized as the "third world"—have migrated to the United States and Europe, driven by conflict, economic instability, and the search for better opportunities. Based on recent data, this number totals in the tens of millions when including both authorized and unauthorized arrivals.
We are a nation of immigrants. But I cannot stay silent when our civilization is being eroded. This is not about deportation of illegals (that's another subject). I talk about division, disrespect, lack of civility and culture; hate that marches our streets. It's about the loss of Christian values that created our civilization. It is not just the USA, it is worldwide. Look at the disappearing Europe - France, Italy, Germany, the UK. This verse is about those with communist ideas, a taste for anarchy and promotion of Islam that one day will define what our society shall be. They did not join us while coming here. Some of them want to conquer us from inside. This I cannot accept, ever. For those who hate our way of living, our peace and our laws, there should be no place here. It's hard to talk about it, but we must face the truth
They sailed, they climbed, they walked across
It’s their gain but our loss
Illegals seeking better life
With them they carry bitter strife
They bring malaise of former lands
Conflicts, mindsets of gangs and bands
Religions, foreign as they come
They turn tomorrow looking glum
Most never want to integrate
Result: resentment, fear, hate
Termites devour every place
And change every nation’s face
Pray in Times Square, want respect
They sow division, so unchecked
“Allah is great” they tell our kids
In slow, methodic, stealthy bids
To steal and beat them older folks
Poor number three, it’s here, blokes
They rape and rule, hello U.K.
If you ask me, the future’s grey
Our culture’s not their cup of tea
Think nothing of the public pee
What West achieved on them is lost
Our way of life aside be tossed
Creating ghettos - no police
Conquest is it and not sublease
We are so stunned and feeling small
Betrayed and angered, and appalled
Our leaders brought them, closed eyes
They let them in, which was unwise
To grow in numbers roaches breed
Not slow-paced, at crazy speed
Intruders cannot read or write
But rule the streets, deliver fright
Humane laws, they’re full of holes
Protect us not from these assholes
The life of crime and revolt
We can’t quite gage impact and jolt
The piles of junk on street sidewalks
And hustles killing city blocks
Disdain reigns, hate our guts
World next to mine, it drives me nuts
Corruption spreads, like greenish mould
This stinking third, unwanted world
February 13, 2026
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Ed Kay | Year Posted 2026
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