Let's call them a horde.
This will get the people on board.
An invasion, it sounds so scary,
intruding on our peaceful safe haven.
They are scrabbling at our borders,
a zombie surge
scrounging/job-stealing scourge.
A swarm who never follow orders.
If they emerge from boats
and stand on our shores,
this country will surely submerge.
Call them a band, a mob, a gang, a swarm.
Not someone's mum, dad, brother,
sister, daughter, son.
Not human.
Call them scum.
Lock them down,
beat them up.
Concentration camps will work a charm.
Ermm...
Shouldn't this all be setting off alarms.
We're sounding a bit like nazis up in arms.
These are people
not figures
on a spreadsheet.
I repeat,
these are people.
Not an invasion fleet.
Is it any surprise
that we are fed right wing lies?
Hate flows through tory blood.
They have feasted on expensive goods
as our nurses use food banks.
Gaslighting
as energy bills tanked.
They took more
when wages grew stagnant.
Ignored cries and partied
whilst innocent people died,
but they lust for war,
and the thrill of the fight.
So will spend on attack
but won't look twice
at the tears in people's eyes
They divide,
into us and them,
fuelling propaganda.
Always looking for new ways
to drive a wedge.
People are not illegal.
but is it any surprise,
that this government conspires
to make hatred rise.
xenophobic ideology
runs through their bones.
Cut them
and hateful words
bleed through,
like Blackpool rock
with a right-wing view.
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