harrumph

The Xenophobes are ramping up their rhetoric and ire

With fearful rancid reasoning they’re stoking up the fire

In echoed voice, a call to arms, with costs becoming higher

The politics of poverty, the largesse of the liar.

A stranger is a fellow that we haven’t met before

And he or she or they are coming in their ever more

In trillions will they land upon the caustic of our shore

And each of them will steal our jobs and leaving us feeling poor.

Let’s call upon the Bogeyman, lets gather up our fears

Lets play the game of blame and shame & wash in angry tears

Let’s all ignore the reasons for the failings of our years

And listen to the logic of Reforming our ideas.