John Bull waited. The streetlights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were immigrants in the country. He didn’t see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Mayor Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a Royal Marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the ships and he said to dad “I want to be in Europe daddy.”
Dad said “No! You will BE KILL BY IMMIGRANTS”
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the capital city of the UK he knew there were immigrants.
“This is Joson” the radio crackered. “You must fight the immigrants!”
So John gotted his gunboat and crossed the Channel.
“HE GOING TO KILL US” said the immigrants “I will shoot at him” said the Polish immigrant and he threw the vodka bottles.
John barraged at him and tried to blew him up. But then the markets crashed and they were trapped and not able to kill.
“No! I must kill the immigrants” he shouted The radio said “No, John. You are the immigrants”
And then John was an expat.