Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

Shop about, Dear Indian student, to learn A profession’s ins and outs.

Don’t come to Australia, We’re racists here— Xenophobic and ruled by fear.

Take your gap year, Dear Canadian peers, Somewhere enlightened. Of Australia, stay clear. It’s weird, My commonwealth friends, but I note We torture people who come here by boat.

We send ’em to islands with disease and rapers And if someone faked papers, Lord help them! For fleeing From terror, they’ve errored. Now illegal human beings, People here think the government’s not doing enough To be inhumanely brutally rough.