Stones cast in calm waters
beget many surface ripples
surge overflows in quarters
of nations made as cripples
develop the underdeveloped
caused by avarice and greed
they swarm you enveloped
kill them or see them freed
they trudge the Sahara in quest
remember the stones you cast
they swim the striates and pest
as soldier ants raiding so fast
the immigrants you so detest
can be assuaged with astute
when you make them contest
in waters at home constitute.
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
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