They spit on your flag
They spit on your way of life
They come to your country
With a murderous sight
They call you a bigot, a racist, a liar
They hate you for existing
As their religion guides their ire
They call themselves a victim
When their numbers are small
The demand Sharia when their majority sprawl
They take what is yours when they own the region
Kill in the name of Allah , you accept it like sheep
They are told to lie until they have power
Then they show you who they really are
And you see the truth in your final hour
They never immigrate
They only invade
You will see…
The symbol of the Crescent moon and star
When they end you on their blade

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe