Haitian Immigrants Do Not Eat Pets Poem by Hebert Logerie

Yes, this is a bad joke
Yes, this is a sad comedy
What an irony
What a parody
Smile and smirk, so you won't be poked
What a hilarious lie! It is a travesty
Immigrants don't eat pets
They eat beef, chicken, and pork
Like you and me. All bets
Are off. Let's be serious and dark
Migrant workers are looking for jobs
What a spoiled brat candidate! Unnecessary stabs
And sound bites, this time, will not work
Migrants are people too
Yes, I'm talking to you
Who believe in fake news, half-truths and lies
All human lives matter in front of God. All lives
Are special. Migrants are the poor children
Of the Almighty. Give them food and haven
If your ultimate goal is to reach Heaven
It's about time, the system puts the felon
In his place. Nobody wants a convicted liar
A criminal with a deferred sentence at the border
It's sad to see a grumpy old con artist
On stage. There's no place for a divider, a racist
In this day and age, in today's political scene
How strange, unbelievable and obscene
To see a liar tremble before the Truth
God is Great. It's time to pray and to play the lute
Immigrants do not eat pets. They are like you and I
They eat chicken, meat and pork, and also enjoy apple pie
It's time for the judge to send the felon
Where the fellow belongs, in jail, in prison.

Copyright © 10 September 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.