Life is an eroding cliff face
Continually battered by ever rising tides
What we knew ten years ago
Is forever gone
We stand, yes we stand
Now into ever increasing violence and hatred
We open our doors wide to the oppressed fleeing hatred
And yet once here some, but only some
Will stand on the soapbox of life
Spreading their own form of hatred
ISIL
The modern form of ******
Oh yes
For they have their own agenda for ethnic cleansing
BUT HOW DO WE CHOOSE?
Who to love, who to hate.
We don't, we can't
Because our sentimentality has let them into our midst
Perhaps our children, great grandchildren
Might learn the lessons