Ethnocide


Hey, son ‘n’ daughter, put your mobile down,
come sit here and watch TeeeVeee.
Get with the programme, likey coffee, likey tea,
likey sittin’ on a black man’s knee.
White hate is love, weakness is strength,
strength is diversity.
Cold brass monkeys, mouths welded and gagged,
your speech ain’t fuckin’ free.

Dumb ’em down, drown ’em in debts,
a legal massacre, to wipe out the threats.

Ethnocide.

Import cancer, to cure healthy flesh,
in the past worked out so well.
Thru Celts, Incas, Mayas, proud braves and squaws,
civilisation’s death’s knell.
From Dodo to who knows? Tasmanian tigers.
How well foreign bodies/cultures work.
Eons and eons, of fragile nature’s beauty,
extinct in a few short years.

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We bore our masters, are they not entertained
from our daily slog and strife?
Floggin’ our way thru life!

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©5.11.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

Import kill or cure, where there isn’t a problem,
civilisations fell to death’s knell.


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