Dear Friends,
The elite have made a bad bet,
For a people they’ve never met,
Asylum given,
A nation riven,
It just hasn’t worked itself out yet.
Parliament is controlled by the crowd,
Islamists speak violently and it’s loud,
Double standards abound,
The more equal do sound,
But don’t think for a second you’d be allowed.
The buggy whip industry is rallying,
Their legislative lackies they’re sallying,
Regulate today,
The troubles away,
Though history is filled with failed attempts at parrying.
Morals and ethics progressives are bereft,
People are fleeing their taxes and theft,
Find a better fate,
In a conservative state,
But please don’t vote for what you left.
We’re to be outraged Nevalney is dead,
I hear the Russians beat him in the head,
Trust of jade,
Who does it aid,
Could it be the CIA that killed him instead?
People across our nations all saw,
That the elite do have a fatal flaw,
Hypocrites all,
A master’s call,
We rule… and you follow the law.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
