How Dare They?

Newspapers. News Broadcasts. Radio.

They all talk of it.

This disease.

This danger, advancing.

We see them coming.

Across the sea.

How dare they?

They're invading our space, seeking our benefits.

Two worlds are colliding; the clean and the unclean.

They're here to muddy our pure waters.

They want in on our society, a culture of safety and prosperity.

How dare they?

We have to protect our own interests.

We are under threat.

Asylum seekers? As if. They should be admitted to one.

Here they come, marching across Europe

Making the comfortable uncomfortable.

How dare they?

There they linger, in pitiful camps.

Tarpaulin shelters and gravel playgrounds.

They are rife with scabies and gangrene.

Boatloads of them on the horizon,

What idiot believes that the water is safer than the land?

They're wasting coastguards' time.

How dare they?

There are bodies now.

Hundreds of them.

Decomposing in lorries.

Being washed up on beaches.

Whose bright idea was it for them to run away from their homes?

How dare they?

Men in suits sit at their mahogany desks, head in their hands.

They strengthen their boarders, keep them OUT.

Razor wire fences are appearing all over: quarantine.

Make them go back, they aren't welcome here.

Stop the infection spreading.

Their problems are not our problems,

We are not responsible for them.

They are seeking a better life for their families.

Selfish.

How dare they?

(In what world do we live in that this picture doesn't tear your heart from your chest.

In what world do we live in that this picture doesn't have you screaming from the rooftops.

This is the reality of the "invasion" of migrants.)