Ireland

Welcome to the grand Weltsozialamt—
Where borders are myths and the world’s at your palm!
Germany once held the gavel with pride,
But look now—Ireland has joined for the ride!

Step right up, seekers of shelter and cheer,
There’s free cash and housing, and benefits here!
Why settle for less when you could have more?
Just knock on the door of this global rapport.

“I’m Irish now!” rings out with glee,
Five hundred a week—what a jubilee!
From Jordan, from Syria, from far and from near,
Ireland’s the club where the payouts appear.

The Germans once worried, “Are we the world’s bank?”
But now, dear Hibernia, you’ve joined the same rank.
The EU decrees, and the rules rearrange—
National borders? Oh, how quaint and strange!

So raise up your Guinness, your bratwurst, your tea,
To the Weltsozialamt—for you and for me!
Who’s next in the club to open their gate?
Step right up! There’s no need to wait.

*) “Weltsozialamt” can be translated as “world social welfare
office” and is used in political and public debates, often in a
polemical context, to describe the idea that a country (typic.
Germany) is acting as if it were responsible for providing so-
cial welfare benefits to people from around the world, not just
its own citizens. The term is generally used to express concern
or criticism about perceived excessive generosity in social poli-
cies toward migrants or foreigners, implying that national wel-
fare systems are being overburdened by international demands.