May I, dear friend, express sincere despair
At reading Reihan’s well-intentioned words
They start off so compassionate and fair
Condemning cruelty that from Trump disturbs.
He says he gets the reasons for their flight;
Why some leave home – but more than that, he’s found
Circuitous, a way to put it right
We wait, breath held, for oracles profound.
It turns out that the path was plain to see:
In, half-baked, Paul Romer’s hell-fired brain
A neoliberal lawless sub-country
Where sweat-shops surely shall abolish pain!
So doth all like unasked-for meddling end
Quoth Claude McKay: ‘God save us from our friends!’
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