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Jolly good chaps......
It may work with your lot
those wiped and made in your image
those grown as another urban minority
your indentured populace picking up after you
those lost in your lust and Gomorrah offerings
them brain washed drones missing cores and identities
For the son of sons of the land born blessed in fore-father's land
time tells the sane that you on the ground are ineffective and dull
just shams putting on a show for the benefit of your empty crowds
your underbelly exposed and your rabbit seen hidden all in your
tattered moth eaten flat caps
******* magicians milking applause from bribed bored audience
the irrelevances begging relevance in insignificant faded arid
your days are over, your time long past, a powerless nothings now
riddled with jealousy and envy, fearful of talents and distinction
nothing but an international joke, the eccentric ones with good
humour, deceptive, sadistic, ***** bad lovers.
Good at playing with themselves, leading exporters of play toys
Jingoistic Major Toms go do something useful, go drink your cha
Terrorism isn't your game stick to Cricket and play it fairly
if you can,
get that black one to bowl them all out for you.
Your task is pointless, tell your comrades to stop stealing from
ain't you big and matured enough to do what is right
I haven't taken anything from you, I don't fear you
I know what and who I am
Colonialism ended years ago, my mind is not your mind
we don't think alike
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