We all know they’re riddled with Otherness
And they’re bringing it over here
I don’t care if they have the same body parts
It’s their Otherness that I fear
They’ll only have to look at you
And you’ll catch their Otherness too
They’ll be lazy, scrounging, Otherness spreading
Heathens – not like me and you
I bet they had lives of champaign and caviar...
Saturday 8th August 2020 3:29 pm
This is where they come from:
villages eaten up by sand
river beds run dry
lands of red earth stained with blood
where there are mobs, bombs, bullets,
crops that fail.
This is who they are:
the young, the desperate, the brave,
fathers with daughters, motherless sons,
whose sin was to be born poor
worship the wrong body
bow before the wrong...
Monday 7th October 2013 8:56 am