BOB STRUM

BOB STRUM

THE MARCH OF

THE SOLDIER ANTS

It is hard to find tranquillity.

I can see a world, which is changing.

Alien forces fighting for control

Over your land your body and soul.

They are busily rearranging

The future path of humanity.

Truth a gift, which only they received.

No other ideas can be believed.

Hordes of aliens have migrated,

Settling in the lands of strangers,

Rejecting people killing cultures.

Their souls resemble flocks of vultures.

Our eyes are closed. Blind to the dangers.

God help the bleeding hearts that waited.

They don’t assimilate. Hear them call

Sharia law must apply to all.

“Oh no!” I hear your protestation.

“That’s not the truth. It’s prejudicial.

Most of them have assimilated.

Our way of life is celebrated.”

Those views are really superficial.

Their leaders want to rule our nation.

It is not just the odd fanatic.

Their preachers are quite charismatic.

I don’t reject another notion

Diversity can enrich us all

Each culture believes it is the best

But true morality is the test.

Those blessed with compassion can stand tall

Give up hatred, a poisoned potion.

Let’s share the world. Come be my friend

Many persuasions, but just one blend.

Bob Strum