I’ve been told I have white privilege
and how often I would duck it…
I’ve been told I’m Satan* by Marxists
and to all you I say “fuck it?”
I’ve been forced to write on this wall
for the colour of my skin
which is many shades of wrong –
by the people who came in.
I know enough of history
from Robespierre to Mao
to know you’ll see another wall
with the turning of the crowd.
Do not bite the hand that feeds
that’s holding all the cards
do not piss off the productive
or we can let you starve.
I agree with the Marxists, you see
for all the “wrong” badthink reasons.
If you’d been less arrogant
you could have won, with one more season.
By all means, awaken the Saxon;
but he is a bloodthirsty madman.
Have you seen what we’ve done to our kin?
Our brothers, white as snow?
Have you seen the civil wars, the torture and gaol?
What do you imagine we’d do
to a wretch as base and low as you?
You’ve set up an illegitimate colony
and strut around like you built the place.
But we built it once, we can build it again
when we eject you in disgrace.
It didn’t work in Munster, the cages are still there.
If we deported the lot of you, we wonder how we’d fare…?
We never voted for this, we were never asked.
Genocide is illegal, still, your passport is a farce.
You come here and leech off our society.
We’ll tear it down to build another, happily.
We gave you all we had, the country we bled for
you spat in our face, attacked us, had contempt for
the guest right and its conditions, civility and merit
but as we gaze long at the outcomes, you can rightly shove it.
You are clothed in the purple of liars
of frauds and rejects spare
we see through you to your skin
your lies are just as bare.
And as you tell us not to look
behind the curtain tall
it makes us all have time to wonder
is the giant truly …small?
We never tried to push you
it was ‘mean’ to fight you back.
But back us into a corner
and you’ll see we never lacked.
We will never be slaves
it is not in our blood
we are kind and genteel
– until, we’ve had enough.
We groan quietly at first,
you think our tuts don’t matter,
but when we wake from slumber
I tell you, Marxists, scatter!
From the people of this country
we’ve almost had enough.
Push us a little harder
and we shall call your bluff.
*seriously, like, in person
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I may still publish this for real, a few years later once this nonsense is all gone.