Refugees - Poem by Leo Yankevich
Ten thousand cuckolds in Iceland
invite ISIS into their beds.
Merkel lifts her heavy hand,
lecturing on conscience, weds
it with betrayal, giving a shove
to Deutschland’s honest working poor,
demanding, in the name of love,
that Poland and Hungary take more.
Sobieski turns inside his grave:
“There will be no Europe to save.”
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