Dear Friends,
The courts are as crooked as a coil,
Anti law is their sod and soil,
Impartial adjudication,
Is a historic aberration,
And on the rear of our civilization, they’ve become a boil.
The omnipotent elite want you to know,
They have it in hand so go with the flow,
Censorship’s a must,
Freedom’s a bust,
And the the unbiased media is only a game show.
Election interference has been disproved,
Your evidence leaves the elite unmoved,
Crooked as lightning,
But what’s really frightening,
Is the visage of the privileged now the mask has been removed.
A creche can’t be displayed on a public street,
So say the lawmakers, judges and police,
Satan’s more equal,
But wait for the sequel,
Because Iowa was just displaying the god of the elite.
In Poland the people will pout,
Their free press is in a rout,
You thought Tusk a win,
When you voted EU tyranny in,
But now your discovering you can’t vote it back out.
Democrats are experts at projection,
Exploiting power as a means of protection,
When they point at a crack,
Three fingers point back,
So their attacks are really a confession.
If your scared that the German military will grow,
Because history proves it’s a dangerous place to go,
With Panzers adept,
Blitzkrieg the Steppe,
Just wait until the Islamists run the show.
Propaganda has become a deafening thrum,
The will of the people is merely a hum,
Burn it til it crashes,
Rule over the ashes,
And after that a crackdown will come.
Don’t believe your eyes everything’s going swell,
Just put more perfume on that rancid smell,
The elite are fine,
So don’t whine,
But the future’s bleak when you poison your own well.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
