I sometimes see those old white cliffs Behind my closed eyelids
Memories of yesteryear the places I have lived
The beauty of my homeland, the pomp and pageantry
Fish n chips, buttered scone’s and all it means to me

My new homes also beautiful, with wonders from coast to coast
From liberty to Alcatraz the sights I like the most
It's heritage so different the people so diverse
Yet the reason for it's cultures has now become it's curse

We all want immigration it's what's made us who we are
From ships to Ellis island and explorers from a far
But we also want security and safety for our people
So come in through the front door and make your entry legal
                                          Trevor Reynolds 2019