Illegal Immigrants Poem
I cross ocean,poor and broke. Take bus,see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there, Say I need go see Welfare.
Welfare say,”You come no more, We send cash right to your door.”
Welfare checks,they make you wealthy. Medicaid,it keep you healthy!
Thanks to you,TAXPAYER dummy.
Write to friends in motherland, Tell them “come, fast as you can”
They come in turbans and Ford trucks, I buy big house with welfare bucks.
They come here, we live together, More welfare checks, it gets better!
Fourteen families, they moving in, But neighbor’s patience wearing thin.
Finally, white guy moves away, I buy his house, and then I say,
“Find more aliens for house to rent.” In my yard I put a tent.
Send for family they just trash, But they, too, draw welfare cash!
Everything is very good, Soon we own whole neighborhood.
We have hobby it called breeding, Welfare pay for baby feeding.
Kids need dentist? Wife need pills? We get free! We got no bills!
TAXPAYER crazy! He pay all year, To keep welfare running here.
We think America darn good place! Too darn good for white man race.
If they no like us, they can scram, Got lots of room in Pakistan.
This poem is not written by me, I am a TAXPAYER of the United States of America and all I want is people to come to America and pay taxes and WORK!
July 6, 2008 at 11:11 am
This is interesting Val ~ Many people I guess will/would skirt around your poem, for fear of being racist. Certainly in the UK you would cause a storm – but there is a truth in it and it does happen.
Political correctness will stifle any real addressing of the problems of immigration and the undoubted number of freeloaders that immigrate to countries with a welfare structure.
I may be wrong (opinions please) but I think that the UK has a magnified version of this problem because of size and wealth and also because France and the adjoining EU countries do not seem to have the blind generosity that those in power in Great Britain demonstrate.
Also – we over here have lost our own indigenous culture because we have a policy of adopting the culture of those arriving and placing that culture – both religious and social – over that of our own.
your poem opens the door on a big issue
henry
July 6, 2008 at 11:13 am
…but few are prepared to step through that door.
h