The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Refugees and Reality
Refugees and Reality
There’s a rogue refugee family you might see if you jog,
Him, four wives, fifteen kids and a pit bull dog,
They speak in some strange language from god knows where,
They dress in strange clothes and they’re all on welfare.
We’re multicultural, you’re constantly told,
Don’t make comments, show your feelings or be bold,
And if their pit bull attacks you, just dare to be dumb,
Propaganda and the Charter has left us all numb.
Wait quietly for the ambulance if you can call,
No proportional representation or recall,
Don’t expect any help and don’t even try to budge,
No referendums or questions to a Supreme Court judge.
If you slowly bleed to death and no one understands,
It’s just experience in a multicultural land,
If you die, don’t expect they’ll pray for you in church,
‘Cause they’ve all moved away and left you in a lurch.
Your politician is busy doing other things,
Not allowed to represent you when the party rings,
Traveling far away or down at the United Nations,
Representing refugees and all their relations.