Palestine Moves To Paris Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Is there anyone left in Palestine
Or have they all moved to Paris, Berlin
To the west the Arabs make a bee line
Free money, welfare cheques for the Muslim

We're told multiculturalism's great
By fools who have never lived overseas
Those who disagree are accused of hate
Our peers are experts in noodles, curries

Cannon fodder for the coming world war
Cheap labour to increase bankers profits
As millions now arrive on our shore
Only the capitalist benefits

Women and children starve in Africa
While their men pay the human traffica'
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