The Multiculturalists

They love the loss

of cities built

for us;

the shouldered cross

of racial guilt’s

a plus.

Problems in France

They come in crowds

whose veils replace

our shrouds;

no White’s allowed

to be his race

and proud.

Anchor Babies

They crawl this crust

near borders left

to rust;

no nation’s just

that holds its theft

in trust.