There’s a traitor in the ranks, scheming a culture clash.
With a dictorial decree – her fawning treasonous staff:
Sow the seeds of destruction – deranged sociopaths:
No remorse, no regret. Political psychopaths.

But she’s more than that!

Quisling – a dirty turncoat.
She broke her promise – she broke her oath.
Betrayer – sold her soul.
The destruction of a Nation is her evil goal.


The self-censoring populace silently endures
the misdeeds of Babylon’s Great(est/white) Whore.
Her consorting cohorts, magnify her wrath:
Watching from Ivory towers, stoking a brutal bloodbath.



(Oath) playing in background?:
I swear that I will dedicate my efforts to the well-being of the German people,
promote their welfare, protect them from harm, uphold and defend the Basic Law
and the laws of the Federation, perform my duties conscientiously, and do justice to all.
So help me God.

A night of the long knives she’s let the enemy in.
City gates wide open, the barbarians within.
Above the noise of the chaos, hear the lone patriots:
Before their voices are silenced, like Kab bin Ashraf’s.



©27.10.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman

There’s a traitor in the ranks, a deranged sociopath.
With a dictorial decree – her fawning treasonous staff:
Have sown the seeds of destruction – scheming a culture clash.
No remorse, no regret. Crazy psychopaths:

With a dictorial decree – venting her inner wrath.
No remorse, no regret for the coming bloodbath.
Like a thrashing animal – no clue. no plan.
Open the gates and

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