Bloodied Immigrants

Bloody immigrants -
stealing our children’s jobs.

Bloody immigrants -
cleaning our parents’ shit.

Bloody immigrants -
drowning in our Chanel.

Bloodied immigrants –

 

where have you gone? 


Seems odd to me - that I should have to explain this poem.

A subtle change in a word is all.

‘bloody immigrants’ to ‘bloodied immigrants’.

The subtle move from ignorance to reality.
How we take for granted those jobs that happen around us - essential to the smooth running -
the way we live our (western) lives - the 2am workers -
the shit cleaners etc. Looking after us when we are sick and old - vulnerable (anyone spot an irony here?).
Until the people, who some have screamed at for so long for ‘
taking our children’s jobs’ - are thrown out.

Turned back - turned away - ‘we don’t need them here!’
by the very people who complain -‘
they’re a drain on our resources’ - while they light up another cigarette - down a pint (or six) - watching sport on their big screen (because they love - watching sport) eating their Big Mac with extra fries. Piling it on. Putting pressure on resources - but its OK -

They don’t have to pay so much tax these days. Thanks Chris! Here’s to trickle-down economics.

And apologies - It’s a bit stereo-typical. But generalisations are OK (?) - I mean - ‘
all these immigrants? ‘
They’re all here, apparently, to sponge. Every single one of them. Of course they are! Because Ms Braveman et-al, says-so. Just like her family? They came here (the UK) to sponge.

Can you hear them whinging - ‘why do we have to wait so long to see a doctor? Why are there so few care workers?’

Of - course - Ms Braveman doesn’t have to wait.

funny that! But then - she worked hard.

I’m an immigrant.
My mother was an immigrant.
My uncles and aunts were (are) immigrants.
Some would say my grandfather too - he was Scottish. Like me.
Can you be an habitual immigrant?
Like an habitual criminal.
Criminalised by the criminal immigration bill.

I suppose it depends -

how far do you want to go - on which side of the street do you live!?

There’s always some way to categorise people - give them a label so one can better differentiate their worth.

Enjoy.

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