Beasts of Terror

Beasts of Terror

© Dusan Kostic | Dreamstime.com

Beasts of terror rush across our land while their veins pump blood full of hatred;
we settled masses are weak, immoral and ready to be destroyed.
Images of suffering blitz the feeble minds of the indigenous;
miles of wasteland that once housed life is portrayed as a place to avoid.

Talking heads trick us into believing our dominance brought this darkness;
when that doesn’t work let the child cry while the cameras swoop like vultures.
The deceitful leaders open our doors to the beasts so they may slaughter;
we are kept silent while the wolves of terror rape our weakened culture.

Social media shames the rebel against opposing genocide;
being ostracised has never looked more progressive and virtuous.
Tweet, Like, which you choose is unimportant, so long as the message is spread;
to distract attention from the beasts of terror while they torture us.

Fear of bullying blinds us from seeing the truth about the invasion;
their aim is to crush our way of life until there is no trace to find.
The eyes don’t lie, but the mind alters an image from a mass of young men;
you see a dead child in the arms of a weeping mother just in time.

Beasts of terror; the innocent are made to pay;
the West’s chickens finally came home to roost.
Beasts of terror; slaughtered but not in our name;
leaders lie with talk of economic boost.

We invaded sheeple welcome the predatory beasts with open arms;
the beasts of terror chase us to our cultural annihilation.
The odour of death slithers across our feeble flesh while our ears burn deaf;
we choose not to hear the screams or see the horror of girls and women.

The beasts sink their teeth into our customs of our once strong and vibrant land;
we gave the world some of the many great ideas and creations.
They terrorise us unchallenged by we who have lost our identity;
years of liberal manipulation make us ripe for destruction.

The androgynous people of our once secure land waste their time fighting;
bitching in corners over the penis and vagina—which one rules?
The voracious beasts sink their killer fangs into more of their conquered land;
it’s too easy in a land bowing to liberal, feminist fools.

In our feeble self-righteous need to be superior we fail to see;
what permits us to focus on the trivial will wither and die.
We spinelessly pretend not to see the agony of our raped children;
the fear of being called a racist forces a national blind eye.

Beasts of terror; the innocent are made to pay;
the West’s chickens finally came home to roost.
Beasts of terror; slaughtered but not in our name;
leaders lie with talk of economic boost.

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