Syrians Poem by John I Nash

I want to say stay out, stay out, but that is not what I am about. When I see the children in fear, with their eyes turned down to the ground, I feel ashamed but who is to blame, their parents drag them about. Looks of confusion on their face, wondering what they have done to deserve this distain, why are they to blame.

Pious bureaucrats no doubt, who for political reasons this voting season, sacrificed these Syrians for their own political gain, they could not or would not refrain from such an easy target.

Terror hits our shore worst than before, officials sworn to protect us one and all, but they fall far short of their goal, a detriment to us all.

Do we take them in and let another one of us fall?

Hungry child I will feed, but must I sacrifice my child to accomplish the deed.

Greedy political class, bureaucrats, fat cats, political correctness will be their downfall all.

For the Syrian immigrant, let them stay but vet them this day before they stay, only insanity the other way.

Another terror strike at our expense, we arm us all and put them against the wall, political class and all.