The illegals land on the swampy land
They have heard so much about the free way
Come in illegal then get the documentations
With money the paper trails begin
Sometimes with patrols around the clock
The illegals still easily land on the shore
In the cover of darkness with dim light
They know where to go and hide
With contacts living amongst the locals
They have accessed roads to freedom
Offer themselves in work plantations
Offer themselves to work for ruling party
How they come in?
It will be a long tedious story
Suffice to say it is through money
Planning out in the early stages
There are crooks in uniform
There is no question about it
Else how could illegals keep arriving?
The shore of the country
The stop must be there
The security breaches must be changed
Do it now before it becomes too late
The land of illegals the harbor of sleeping demons
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