Outcasts In from the Cold?
Its heartening to hear suddenly everybody wanting to look after our own
Coming out of the closet of carers now the migrant crisis has grown
Lets hear their noble word, worthy of applause
To look after their fellow Irishman, let us to listen, pause:
“I want to help the homeless, not those pesky refugees
From ISIS and the Taliban and whatever group you please
I want our own looked after, our own I say come first
Those extremists are not welcome they really are the worst…”
I wonder when the cold comes in, and they curl up around the door
Will they be left in peace, not told to move on anymore
If folk are sent to check on them, will it not to tell them to move away
But to bring them tea and maybe soup, and ask are they OK?