This is my house, and you are a guest in it.
Please – leave when you are no longer welcome …
I will have no hesitation in using force –
Beneath my smile is
This is my house: it needs rebuilding,
And I value you
For your skills:
But without those skills
This is my house: you are not welcome,
Yet my morality insists that you stay –
This is my house: we are friends,
And you can stay forever –
But only because
This is my house: we are brother and sister –
You are most welcome.
Live here and join our family;
We will argue: we will love: but most of all
This is my house. Next door is another house.
I have been in that other house.
That other house is part of my street.
It is a nice house.
We can call immigrants ‘guests’, because when we’ve had enough of a ‘guest’ we can blame the ‘guest’ if they don’t leave.
As a population ages or declines, immigrants with skills become increasingly valuable, but it’s the skills that are valued.
Some countries are aware that they have a moral obligation to other peoples but they help in the most mean-spirited and small minded way possible.
Some countries treat immigrants wonderfully IF they’re in the right racial group.
Maybe one day everyone will be valued for themselves. One day in the future we’ll just see people as they are.
The last verse says this is my culture and my nation, over there is another culture and nation, we’re all part of humanity, all coexisting on the same planet.