Collatoral Damage

Accustom yourself with this putrid smell,
For it is clearly this foreign breeze which informs your hell, 
Accent thick with bleeding torment,
The unfamiliar echoes and reverberates, 
Sad eyes peer towards you,
Hands reaching out for help are coldly rejected, 
Knock, Knock, Knock…There is someone at the door. Oh just leave them in Calais. 

You are the rats, the pigeons, the lepers, the disease, 
Branding you evil puts me at ease, Its easier for me, 
My children need, I need, my flag needs, 
This flag is torn and covering my eyes, 
I hear your children screaming but I console myself that they are distant cries from beyond the sea, 
Out of reach,
not my problem,
nothing to do with me.

My children need, I need, my flag needs, 
This flag is torn and covering my eyes, 
Just before I go to sleep I turn the oil off and I depend on oil to wake me up, 
I eat oil for breakfast,
Ride oil to work,
Speak to my wife on the oil,
She tells me our child has been taken sick and I quickly jump in the oil and go down to the oil to pick up our child,
The doctor prescribes oil, ”Just take this oil” he says. 

We are like Heroin addicts who steal from their neighbours to feed their addiction! 
Knock, Knock, Knock…There is someone at the door. Oh just leave them in Calais! 

I watch the news,
I watch us bombing the middle east and stealing from the earth, 
I watch us raping women and late aborting births,
I watch as we kill those of other nations in the name of Great British Worth,
The fall-out of those bombs is… 
Knock, Knock, Knock…There is someone at the door. Oh just leave them in Calais. 

They are taking our jobs,
there is not enough space,
what about our English children of much purer race?
My children need, I need, my flag needs, 
This flag is torn and covering my eyes, 
I am slowly drowning in red, white and blue, 
God whatever you do save our gracious Queen first and those whose accents fits closest with hers. 
Knock, knock, Knock…There is someone at the door…RIGHT!....(I open the door and shoot dead all those behind it)

c. Copyright 2016 Anu Azrael

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