I can smell their cowardly fear their frantic desperation is palpable they stink frustration and boiling envy their lies, scams and foul smears unravelling coercised crowd seeing them for the scumsΒ Β they are they garner contempt hidden for fear of not belonging a lot afraid to tell them they no longer buy into their mischief behind their wicked backs the immigrants are disgusted and sick sick of their characters, their indulgences and their empty arrogance
The immigrants know it's all racist hatred they now know the poor man did nothing wrong know how pathetic and sick these wanton devils are know these spoilt ignorant rabbles are souless juveniles saps laugh at them behind closed doors amongst themselves silently while pathetic thieves and dim-wit associates boast of their power power of cowards and scums and workshy semi-illiterates sad fools resenting success and hard working people who put in the hard graft jokers and fantasists too stupid to really see what's happening in light