Dear Friends,
The herculean task of onshoring industry,
Will be stymied by bureaucratic idiocy,
A billion for a toad,
Ten for the road,
And the plant will be sued closed for injury.
The globalist elite count on our apathy,
So they can get away with chicanery,
Full bellies creates disinterest,
A bulging wallet earns interest,
But passion is peaked when we’re hungry.
Progressive post modernists believe it’s about power,
Living in an echo chamber atop an ivory tower,
A devious advantage,
For political damage,
So there’s no bridge they won’t cross and devour.
The elite do anything they want with agility,
No law, moral or ethic hinders their ability,
They’ve nothing to hide,
The media’s on their side,
And they call it plausible deniability.
There’s a large difference between immigrants,
The dreaded Irish and Italians weren’t indigents,
They blended in,
So we all could win,
But the newcomers are lazy entitled and militant.
Military’s don’t start conflicts,
They fight by the elite’s edicts,
The ruler’s decide,
The soldier’s fight,
And to evade responsibility the truth they contradict.
Davos, Bilderberg and the WEF are bandied about,
An argument can be made that’s quite stout,
They’re no accident,
Middle management,
And our real rulers names are hidden without a doubt.
The world decries genocide in all but reality,
Embracing hypocrisy in all it’s duality,
Fighting back is genocide,
Ethnic cleansing is legitimized,
So that millions of people’ lives can be a catastrophe.
It’s not your neighbor we need to defeat,
They’re brain washed robots on two feet,
To do what their told,
They follow the fold,
Realize all our problems are the fault of the Machiavellian elite.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
