Open letter poem to Irish fascist racists & persecuted migrants.
Who was it that said?
<> come in the evening or come in the morning come when you’re looked for, or, come without warning kisses & welcomes you will find here before you and the oftener you come the more we’ll adore you. <> Oh immigrant how well it is I know the the plight of being homeless amongst hostile aliens, I’m 74 a no fixed abode’r in my native land where once there was a 100,000 welcomes. What a sham we have become but the no trespass sign has been removed@roslare.