Immigrants Lament.
I am a happy immigrant
Oh so far from home
I'm sat here in a rubber boat
With all the goods I own.
I left my wife behind me
Six children are there too
One day they'll come to England
To live with me and you.
We are landing on a beach quite soon
The future we can't tell
But pretend you can't speak English
And live in a posh hotel.
It is nice and warm and cosy
The food they give you free
And when I've been here for a while
They will have a house for me.
The wife and kids I'll send for
They will be here like a shot
And all the English benefits
We will claim the flipping lot.
I do not have a job you know
As jobs round here aren't real
So when we want some food and things
We just pop out and steal.
We do not know the language
Or know of English ways
So we all go down the local mosque
And to Allah we give praise.
And our future generations
Will always feel the need
To increase our population
And breed and breed and breed.
So while the normal English folk
Are out there planting flowers
We will gradually take over
And this England will be ours.
Stuart Levett
Poems of Life
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