Aliens

 Two thousand and fourteens,
 The date….
 Not sure that things are better!
 For the Journey,
 Some immigrants are making,
 I write this open letter.

 Christmas is upon us,
 A festive time is here.
 We'll be grabbing loads of presents,
 And drinking loads of beer!

 I thought it was started commercially,
 Religion some cheer and gifts.
 To the ones living on this planet,
 Not struggling,
 Not going through things like this :

 Hiding in lorries,
 There dying on boats.
 Don't let them in!
 Is so popular for votes!

 Living in shacks,
 Or detention,
 If it were up to me,
 They’d all be surely welcome!

 A Thought for them please.
 Fighting to survive,
 Some upon their knees.
 Some running for their lives!
 Some trying to live the dream,
 New life and beginning,
 In a place full of greed,
 And a world so unforgiving!

 As I begin to end this,
 Letter,
 Could we not help,
 Make their countries better?

 Help them to rebuild,
 And make here our own stuff!
 Eat our home grown foods,
 Could this help enough?

 We could do this my friends,
 The problem sorted and fair,
 But what would stop us all,
 From wanting to go there?

 And end up,
 Illegal aliens,
 At Christmas time,
 I fear!

[By Aaron Phyall 2014]