Coming To Foreign Land Poem by Christina Simmons

Refugees exist now more than ever -
it's all part of illuminati's master plan
to dominate the world
It's called world order: one language -
one rule and one set of value for all of mankind
To asher by, don't fight against it it's very real -
it's happening here on earth
Follow and obey we must

Refugees are coming in their droves and thousands
Help! Help! They utter, we need a place to stay -
rest our dreary weary bones
Shouted endlessly, come into the promised land -
bring all woes to Europe

Make it your home - don't be a foreigner you're refugees -
be obedient, smile at insults
After all you're being done a great favour, man!
You're being rescued by charitable folks
Of the west; practice customs, bring knowledge,
wealth with you but nothing is free -
Expect to work Your bullocks off my dear! Men! Women
And children alike

Hee, hee! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Management of the whole world
All under one roof, the same umbrella, none the wiser;
Given no choice but to listen to their cries and pleas:
With open arms we welcome them all the same

Land taken over by vermin posing as Do-Gooders:
In reality causing hunger, famine and war
All the while these poor people have to uproot
And flee their homes
Face with chaos and upheaval day by day

We, the citizens, left to pick up the pieces -
Trying our damnedest, hardest to save these wretch souls.
























29/4/16
Sylvestina Simmons