Migrant Tales Literary: Anti-Perussuomalaiset poetry – an eye for an eye

by , under Leo Honka

No room for words today!

Said the Finns Party politician

that racist fascist hypocrite

angry as hell

yelling at the top of its voice:

Give me a light, scum!

Lighting its cigarette

soon

thumbs,

hands,

arms

and other body parts

melt and splash

to the ground.

In my hidout after that affair  

the police,

the military,

the security forces

even my mother

are out looking for me.


Asylum seekers aren’t sheep or the personal canon fodder of racist politicians.

A daring escape I conspire

give another strike

to those obnoxious populsits

but for now, just for a while

the subterranean routes

are clogged

with their racism and contempt.