by Ralph Bernabei
Edited by Victor Bernabei
Every Who Down in Southville loved their children a lot...
But the Grinch—who lived just north of Southville—did not!
The Grinch hated these Children! He hated them one and all
Could it be what they ate, how they spoke or played ball?
Maybe the Grinch just had a fear-
Of someone so different being so near.
Or maybe there was no good reason at all!
It could be, perhaps, his hands were too small,
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, his heart or his hands,
He stood there hating and hatching a plan.
"And they're packing their families!" he snarled with a sneer,
"There will be an invasion! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming:
"I must find some way to stop the Whos from coming!"
And when the Whos arrived they would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast and they'd feast! (From the West to the East!)
They would feast with their food stamps, on the government’s teat.
Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least!
And then they'd do something that he liked least of all:
They’d ask asylum for every Who! Even the small!
The more the Grinch thought of the Whos, (and the Whos that they’d bring),
The more the Grinch thought, "I must go and stop this immigrant thing!"
"Why, for seventy-two years I've put up with it. Now--
"I MUST stop these migrants from coming! But how?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea! The Grinch got a Wonderful Awful Idea!
"I know just what to do!" The Grinch laughed in his throat.
“This will work better than a wall, or a gator-filled moat!”
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick!"
"With a separation policy, I’ll look like a dick…
…All I need is a Flunkey!" The Grinch looked around.
But, since Flunkies are scarce, not one could be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch? No! The Grinch simply said,
"I’ll exploit some Secretary till their career is dead!
So he called his Secretaries. Kirstjen, Mike and Jeff.
They put together a policy that was morally deaf.
Then with the Policy, HSS, and ICE,
They flew south with a plan that was not very nice!
"This is stop number one," the old Grinch proclaimed,
And he climbed through the door, ushering children enchained.
"These children," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
“Going where?” they all asked, but the Grinch didn’t know.
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
And took every single under-age non-resident.
And he stuffed them in vans, then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Sent the children to abandoned stores, to be hidden from his enemy.
He turned around fast, and saw a group of reporters!
Some were even part-Who, with half-Who sons and Who daughters!
They stared at the Grinch and asked with a sigh,
"Are you taking our Brothers and Sisters? But why?"
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my media trolls," the fake patriot lied,
"The democrats are to blame for your childish cries!”
"So I'm ripping the kids from mommy and daddy so dear
To force Congress to fix the law. Then we’ll stop, to be clear.”
Well his fib fooled no one, and enraged the reporters,
Who went home to hug their sons and their daughters.
Then the next morning the news—oh how it broke--
And everyone heard it when they awoke
All the former First Ladies and Melania too,
Yelled long and yelled loud this was not right to do!
The Grinch was stuck deep in a media mess
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-heart ice-cold in his chest,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
He looked down beneath at the Who-camps below;
He puzzled for hours, till his puzzler was sore--
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
He thought of his deep-seated fear of the Whos,
And how he feared—most of all—what they said on the news.
Then the Grinch sat and thought of the vitriol he heard
And the advice he’d received, forgot, now remembered:
“”bravery is not an absence of fear
but to do the right thing when danger is near”.
How would he know the right thing to do
when lobbyists and racists were not telling him what was true?
The courageous Whos came with much to fear
They did not know if they would be welcomed here
The place they came from was violent its true
but they knew saving their children was the right thing to do
These parents who came with their children to save
Perhaps they belong in the Home of the Brave.
Victor Bernabei is just another millenial travel blogger. But here's the twist: He isn't a millenial! His goal is to see as many countries as he can, and spread the message that the world is not as scary as the news wants you to believe, and that there is beauty in all people, places and things.