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Otherness

 

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

In the lands of the Otherness folk

I don’t know why they’d want to leave that behind

They must be having an Otherness joke

They’ll rape my wife, indoctrinate my kids

Make it just like Otherness Land

If we Little Englanders don’t rise up

And make a Churchillian sort of stand

 

I don’t want Otherness to be taught in schools

I don’t want them in my back yard

So you lily livered liberals

Had better not play that Otherness card

About how they’re running from persecution

Over there in the Otherness Place

They’re not like us, never will be

They’re not part of the human race

 

So sink their fucking dinghy’s

And send the buggers back

To their Otherness warzones

I feel like we’re under attack

From a horde of Otherness bastards

I mean, they’re nothing like us Brits

They have no hearts, empathy or morals

But then again – if the cap fits

bigotslack of empathylittle englandmigrantsno heartracists

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Ian Whiteley

Fri 14th Aug 2020 16:26

thanks once again for the kind comments and the thoughtful presentation of alternative viewpoints ?
Ian

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 9th Aug 2020 13:54

Powerful, well constructed stuff - as expected from this particular source.
The ease with which virtue assumes its pose is always entertaining if not entirely credible in the real world. The humanity invoked ignores
the inhumanity that encourages this ongoing story of strangers in
search of...what? The fact that the great civilised lands of Europe
are used as stepping stones rather than destinations for newly
found freedom and safety is sidestepped. One might guess why
this situation is not addressed, even before considering the very
real aspects of security, health and social integration here in the UK,
a country less than half the size of France with a population that matches that of the latter. ?

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Don Matthews

Sun 9th Aug 2020 00:26

Well constructed and well rhymed Ian.....

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Ian Whiteley

Sat 8th Aug 2020 23:54

spending every last penny to escape the hell of their lives and when they finally get here they find the placed populated with the same fascist, bigoted, uncaring fools that they were trying to escape from - that's life ?

<Deleted User> (18980)

Sat 8th Aug 2020 22:40

It's no wonder they're starving Ian...they've spurned opportunities to attend parties all across Europe, then spent all their money on a place in an inflatable.

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Ian Whiteley

Sat 8th Aug 2020 20:53

following your analogy:
a gatecrasher turns up at my daughter's (don't have one) wedding or wife's (have one) birthday party.
They have been used and abused - are starving - have vulnerable children and may be shot if I kick them out and send them home.
So yes - I would let them in, feed them and try to help them stay safe.
What the fuck is wrong with people who wouldn't? ????

<Deleted User> (18980)

Sat 8th Aug 2020 19:55

Just want the process followed Ian :

1. Apply for entry
2. Be granted entry
3. Enter

Let's face it, would you want gatecrashers at your daughter's wedding or your wife's birthday party?

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 8th Aug 2020 18:17

Yes, we needed that! Great poem.

Compassion and irony are a good mix, especially when the Telegraph is involved.

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Ian Whiteley

Sat 8th Aug 2020 18:12

???

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Greg Freeman

Sat 8th Aug 2020 16:03

Excellent poem, Ian. The woke liberals strike back!

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