Australian poet, Border control, Illegal immigrants, Invasion, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
Invasions, back then, they meant war.
The bullets would fly – cannons roar.
But now come the orders:
“Let them cross our borders,
Lay down your arms – open the door.”
Eric Alagan said:
And he said, “We’ll not fight them. We’ll infiltrate them and once we know their weakness, we’ll strike.”
But in time to come, the great strategist could not tell who the enemy.
He lost. And so did everyone.
a la the Trojan horse, but with complete transparency.