Saturday, 24 October 2015

ZURUCK!

As Europe's gardens fill with migrant sand,
And freedom's vine begins to fade and die,
None the sirocco's searing force withstand,
Save them who the invaders thus defy:
"Zuruck! Zuruck! Back, whence you came!
This is our home, nor yours to claim!
Your brazen breach we shall not brook,
So to your self-made hell Zuruck!" 

Then from the ruins of Church and ancient form,
A voice is heard above the crescent storm:
"People! before decrying borders' breaching,
Condemn the folly of your over-reaching.
Zuruck! Zuruck! Back, whence you came!
To keep your land, your faith reclaim!
Heed history's just and stern rebuke,
And to your sacred roots Zuruck!"

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