John Jahrling

Ms.Garnder
English 10, 4th per.
5 December 2014
Foreign Aid
Oh, these poor unfortunate souls.
They havent felt the embrace, of an industrialized nation, driven by coal
Their houses are made of thatch! They must be cold
Let us, the more advanced nation
Lay down a carpet, to make you warm
And roll through your borders in a swarm
Of trucks piled high with foreign aid
Oh,these poor unfortunate souls
Theyre resisting our aid!
Do they not want to be like us?
Why do they make such a fuss?
Theyre armed with sticks!
We ought to present to them the shock and awe
Of our assets
Oh, these poor unfortunate souls
Must we be servicing the target?
Our intentions were to serve everyone!
Now it seems our plans of ethnic cleansing has begun
This developing nation hasnt even started developing anyhow
Were using tractors, while they still use plows
Why do they resist our foreign aid?
Oh, these poor unfortunate souls
They couldve been like us!
But instead, they resisted, and as a result, have been relocated in a bus
Where are they going you wonder?
Theyve been sundered. You, more fortunate individual, do not need to know anymore.
Theyve been relocated to a different nation, the nation of the Lord.
But you dont need to worry! All this newly acquired land, you now can hoard!