Illegal Aliens Poem by Gert Strydom

Some people call them refugees,
but to me they are illegal aliens.
The gates from Africa
lies wide open
and they cross illegally
during the day
and in the darkness of night.

It is a interesting thing
that they stream south
as if they can not make a living
in their own countries.

They brave the wild beasts
of the Kruger National park
and old and young
men and women and children
flock from everywhere in Africa
to a land with some prosperity.

They cross a unpatrolled
and unprotected border
by day and night.
and come on foot
and in any way
that they can.

Some employers
take them at a cut throat rate
and Nigerian criminals sell drugs
on the streets
and at street corners
foreign aliens beg,
and women sell themselves
and some foreigners
rape, steal and kill.