Migrants
The Scandinavian countries are finally waking up
to their goofy humanity, welcoming people from
Most Arab countries think they will be on time
nicely Nordic population, obeying the law
What they got was mayhem and criminality.
What did they think would happen, migrants
mostly young men without proper education
belonging to the violent section of the Muslim
religion, the provocation of public praying
Violence and rape
The lack of women was not considered they
They are vital for any society or culture
The Scandinavians have had enough, finally
They have taken to do something about, alas
wrongly by throwing the baby out with the
with the bath water
Many Muslims are nominally religious, like
We are nominally Christians, and they are
beneficial for any society, and throwing everybody
out is not a solution.
It is a stupid overreaction that serves no one
Of course, those who break the law must be
expelled, and those who work hard must be
allowed to stay
We are not like Tony Robertson, a person who
looks for the negative among migrants unable
to see the difference, seeking violence for
its own sake
At one point in time, there's was one country
As there's one earth, one rainbow and one human race
The wind, rain, smoke, and snow don't recognize
Borders or tiny plots of land that greedy leaders
Think they possess. They will always make errors
Nobody owns a country, tower, a location or a place
As one can only palaver. We can scuttlebutt and dramatize
All we want. Earth or this land is owned by nobody
This land belongs to all. We are passing by as tourists
We are all migrants or immigrants, even the racists
Or the wannabes. We are wayfarers, passengers on a boat
We own nothing. We own no land, no wind and no float
We need to make room for each other. Today is your turn
Tomorrow belongs to no one. This is something we must learn.
Copyright © June 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Why do we give them employment
let them come here and build a new life
Never give them a permanent status
make them live on the edge of a knife
They pick most of the crops that we purchase
care for children, disabled and old
Yet they’re forced to survive in the shadows
live in silence, and do what they’re told
We are losing what made us most special
our mosaic is our shining star
It’s what makes people dream about living
in this jewel they adore from afar
Illegal Migrants
Miracle Man
4/19/2024
Their sleeping bags and tents line each street,
making an eyesore of what once was neat.
The thing most unfunny,
we’re giving them money,
while our healthcare resources they deplete.
Errant atoms
Running amok
Colloidal conspiracies
Intertwining
Wandering
Hidden
Behind the opaque
Mysteries
Of their being.
It was an afternoon, I sat lonely;
And watching the horizon silently.
Suddenly I watched a flock of birds flying in a straight way,
Perhaps to this nature, they were trying to say.
Oh! they were so lucky indeed,
Because they were free from human's gaol;
And each was so ebullient as a little kid,
The marvellous view touched my entire soul.
Chirping of the birds was enough to mesmerize
A message was there, but how could I realize?
The little creatures tried to flee away from tyrants
Yes, they were the migrants.
Just another African
Once full of sun and hope
Train to Venice from Milan
At the end of your rope
Horrors seen at just 19
Crammed onto a flatbed
Desert burning red
Human carrion in the sand
Oblivion near at hand
Beatings, rapes in Tripoli
Leaky tub on a rough sea
Peril all the way to Sicily
Papers - “political refugee”
Even so, two years of no, no no
Pain inspires disdain
Contempt and disgust
When migrants are discussed
No “ciao”, nothing so banal
Distracts from the icy canal
“Go home” they thunder
And film you go under
No Good Samaritan
For just another African
For Migrants No Other Choice
When we had heard voice after voice,
Containing crying making loud noise;
Heading here,
Still with fear;
Coming to America was only choice.
To arrive in America tried and tried,
And yet after all of this she still died;
Another migrant,
To heaven went;
No water supplied and father cried.
Jim Horn
Liberal or conservative
the questionnaire asks
about migrants.
Fred’s in the middle.
Asked about The Wall
he writes that he sees
nothing wrong
with hungry illegals
crossing the border
looking for work and
nothing wrong with
the Trumpeter Swan
sending them home
as long as no one is
killed in the process.
But okay to give them
Wyoming and Cheney.
Plenty of room.
Donal Mahoney
Tears upon tears.
Cruelty upon misery.
Swapping hell
For the psychotic sea.
Capsizing in infinite night.
Empty silence now ruptured,
As haunted faces
That once knew kindness,
Wail and scream.
Kick and splash.
Fighting their surrender
To the murderous depths
and then quietness falls.
But for the groans of a forlorn mum.
The score will be kept.
Statistics written up.
Reported by the press
Somewhere between the golf
And the latest fashion faux pas.
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