Stolen Gems

The book of shadows is bringing to the surface my own light that is living in the cellar. It's a big part of immigrant life. Immigrants are here on this foreign land because they got fucked up by the very people who welcome us into their homes. Sorry for traumatizing you and ruining your lives; come live with us, we can use your cheap labour and votes when needed.

But only until the robots arrive; then we will send you back to where you came from because we don't need you anymore. We got the resources required, we have met our goals, thanks for everything, now fuck off. Oh, but leave your recipes behind; we can't go back to meatloaf and potatoes. Chef Boyardee just won't cut it anymore. They steal our food like they stole our gems.
Once a thief, always a thief.