The cause of our problems 

When looking for a job or a place to rent and etc one usually requires some form of reference as to the suitability of obtaining the required job or accommodation. But not so with our stupid or corrupt politicians of today who are bastardising the White communities of this world which in a number of cases has resulted in serious social problems.

The wise founding fathers of Australia first deported a great number of undesirables and then carefully considered what form of immigration would be best for Australia that would not result in these problems as well as preserve the social structure of a unified society. This sensible approach  brought into being the Restricted Immigration policy which became unofficially known as the White Australia policy.

In Third world countries a mixed population has resulted in civil wars while in the more advanced White societies it has tended towards many social problems with some deaths resulting from inter racial confrontations.

Now look at the item below which seems to be a send up of the U.S. invitation to immigrants. Any wonder they are in the situation they are today. - This now is akin to Australia's immigration policy which must be dismantled if our offspring are to lead a peaceful life.

Politicians and those before them should read this and reflect on what they have done to their country.

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I lit a single flame to guide them in the blackness, and stood open my doors,
crying out into the night… “Bring me your tired…
Bring them to me; Your worn and your spent and your weary;
Give them to me and I will give them rest.”
And they came,
in their thousands and in their tens of thousands they came.
And with them;
They brought their idle and their indolent, their work shy and their feckless,
lie-abeds and layabouts of every hue and race.
To hang, sink stone, about the throat of my people,
deadweight, limp and languorous; Drawing their spirit down.
Thus have you punished me for my charity.

Yet still I oiled that flame and forced it bright, a beacon, and threw open its lantern,
Calling into the darkness… “Bring me your poor…
Bring them to me; Your ragged and your hungry and your pitiful;
Give them to me and I will grant them succour.”
And they came,
a rolling human tide, surging and heaving and eddying, they came.
And with them:
They brought their mendicant and their sponging, their grasping and their greedy,
scroungers and freeloaders of every creed and colour.
To cling, parasitic, infesting the skin of this noble and generous land,
leeching, sucking and gorging; Bleeding it of its tender will.
Thus have you punished me for my benevolence.


But higher still I turned that wick and flared the flame, casting open its sheltering window,
Loud, out, into the gloom I cried… “Bring me your stateless…
Bring them to me; your scarred and your oppressed and your dissident;
Give them to me and I will give them freedom of speech.”
And they came,
Limping and broken, legion and hopeless and debased, they came.
And with them;
They brought their criminal and their fugitive, their murderous and their sociopathic,
Gangsters and warmongers of every state and nation.
To prey, insatiable, a cancer consuming the very heart of my people,
whoring, child mongering and dope dealing; Sapping them of their strength.
Thus have you punished me for my humanity.


Still brighter yet I strained that flame, fanning it ever higher with my best intentions,
strident into the murk I pleaded… “Bring me your persecuted…
Bring them to me; your faithful and your defiled and your denied;
Give them to me and I will give them freedom of faith.”
And they came,
debased and defamed, clinging to their holy books and their broken gods, they came.
And with them;
They brought their fundamentalists and their zealots, their fanatics and their pedants,
bigots and blasphemers of every faith and fashion.
To terrorise, ostracise, debase and threaten the very soul of my people,
bombing, murdering and mutilating; Sickening them in their fragile faith.
Thus have you punished me for my tolerance.

Tomorrow and tomorrow that single flame will burn no more in my open window,
and no voice will cry then out into the darkness…
The doors hang loose on their hinges now: But no one passes through;
For I have nothing left to give.
And they come no more,
not the tired or the poor, the stateless or the persecuted; no one comes.
For when they came;
Like tics on cattle they brought their fanatics and their miscreants and their dogmas,
journeying with them, on scar crazed backs, those very things they had sought to flee.
Brought them to tire, impoverish, oppress and persecute this gentle and humane host,
to bleed it of its charity, its benevolence, its humanity and its tolerance...
Thus will we be punished all. For our cowardice…

© Sullivan The Poet 2008