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Australian traditional poetry, Brussels, islam in Belgium, Islamic infiltration, Islamization, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
Mosques opening and churches closing.
The gangs on the streets, law opposing,
As women, they cover their faces
And memories fade to mere traces
Of Europe of old, as we knew it;
Its past and the folk who lived through it.
Soon bans on wine, singing, and dancing,
And couples – no public romancing.
The Muslims are flexing their muscles –
It all will be ending in Brussels.
dnobrienpoetry 
Well done. Well done. And for goodness’ sake, don’t quit. Keep writing about this insanity. You do it so well and with so few words that people will listen to you much quicker than they will listen to someone like me.
Thanks Sandra – as long as there are crazy people doing crazy things I’ll keep writing. I’m sure you will too.
One would think that politicians in other countries would see what was happening there and shut down Muslim immigration and pass laws to deal with the problem. But they’re not going to learn.