Dissuasion. Invasion. Great ‘persuasie’.

A sad case of slave-master morality.

Policy a Priori. More bitter.

The cardinal is to beg to differ.

Forged in the flame of a temperate climate,

Those greatest defenders of my native mutt,

So our struggle is white-meat reciprocal?

Don’t understand a single syllable.

All that’s for sale is min-wage redemption.

All that’s inspired is a sense of descention.

From the darkies and disparate defend,

They cross the line where their influence ends.

Feckless and lazy? Reckless and Crazy?

This land’s never seemed so unpleasant and green.

Afro-Euro-Anglo-Americans.

Under mutual suffering a single nation.

Polarised and patronised to forget,

We pursue posers who never broke or sweat.

The only asylum is when these costumed rooks,

Are deported back to the history books.

This piece was written by the author of “Too Many Sounds.” A Poetry Blog.

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