Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 30
If we can’t stop them putting there
foot in the door, how can we stop
them from sleeping in our beds and
telling us what we can do..

An invasion isn’t bullets it’s sleeping
while they lock us out of our heritage,
and the identity that makes us British
no matter our religion or colour.

Millions died so that the few could
live  the way we do,
but let in the illegal fragmentation.
Its breaking the cohesion of the colours
that the UK is great..

We aren’t one, we are the many.
But when those who don’t believe
in the many, only the singular,  dilute our shores, there isn’t a mixture of cohesion.

Just a bacteria of invading ideas that
no longer make us a United  kingdom of ideas and cohesion, but a disenchanted reflection of conflicted cohesion that doesn’t want to mix.

But to be discombobulated from
the reality of those who meld for the Benefit of all. We are a universal melting *** of culture and thought that rises us above ourselves..

But there are those who think this is the undeniable falseness.
We are more than the invasion
of cohesion. We are a people of many
that will outlive the degradation
of I’ll given waves that wash upon our shores uninvited..
Poetic T
Written by
Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
33
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems