If you assail me for my significance

I will assail you for your insignificance

Hail us all in our vacuous cocoon
see not the chains we do not see
for in weakness grows our invisible power
as we rile and make it up as we go along
what they tell us we duly believe  
creating our drama of magicians
in our commune of rigged illusionists

Tell us no truth for we make our own
the unreal be as real as we want it to be
its always as we see and that's the draw
give us no minds to evaluate or discern
speak not of intellect or critical appraisals
in our lowlands of monkey see monkey do
good enough for our fathers good enough for us

Diluted information is power we hold
tittle tattle gossips and innuendos rocks
we hold dear our abilities in lies and falsehood
in delusions we trust as integrity means nothing
for a majority of cowards means bullying win the vote
we can make thieves saints and a man a horse
what is honour among thieves psychos and narcissists
we are but a solidarity of contemptible air head terrorists
drunk on fish and chips and bacon butties

Perhaps if they were fed with silver spoons
they'll know that bullies
are just weak inadequate cowards with
underlying problems they are hiding
who pick on others in their league
to make themselves feel significant
If they pick on their superiors
they are easily dismissed
as fools and mere laughing stocks
What's funnier than an armless man
turning up to play Lawn Tennis
at Wimbledon
So without the silver spoons
the least they can do is wear silver chains
and most off them cannot afford that
and anyway it wouldn't make them
any less dumb
its a birth right thing.....hahaha

And all the best cowards
and all the lame losers
and all the underendowed
an all the envy-ridden
and all the mindless *******
and all the kindergarten bullies
and all the **** and lowlife
and all the emotionally stunted
and all the raving narcissists
and all these carrying their inferiority complexes
and their mental health deficiency certifications
come marching pathetically along one after the other
in union, in comradeship, in solidarity
the insignificant no-mark urban warriors
and they march with relentless gusto all fired-up
one for all and all for one
they march
into the raging war
in their heads

Verily known in honoured yards of thoughts
hallowed grounds far from the mindless
who ply their troth in mirages and arid gainsays
that if the axe forgets the tree remembers
so verily we shall help them waste their attentions

For untroubled barking dogs strains wistful barks
yearning for butchers choice of his master
as in dogs dream that sirloin lays juicy in its bowl
much as town hicks wear ruling crowns
let us verily help them waste their attentions

Teeth do not see poverty it gnaws all in mouth
fools do likewise to praise foolhardiness
wise attends to business with the market vendor
and not to the din and noise of the market
methinks verily lets help them waste their attentions

The child of a rat is a rat without question or doubt
need we wait or cry for a scholar to tell us so
we know he unable to dance says the yard is dry an stony
and slander by the stream will be heard by the frogs
so verily we say just look at them wasting their attentions

The cannon fodders sing for their suppers
and pay for mine
they have the freedom to do this
their chains are just accessories
and they have been trained to stop thinking
we will do that for them
and take their minds money and time
and tell them they are urban warriors
and mobbing is their final solution

They are desperate
they are hungry
they were born hungry
and the free milk only made them hungrier
then they saw the shine on even black regal
they went berserk
they lost their minds
envy and hatred ripped them apart
cursing their god for its wickedness
their god is money
and it had always starved them
from birth to now
same for their parents
same for their kin and kith
always hungry
always angry always needy
desperate to take it out on somebody
these painful frustrations of deprivations
their wicked god never favoured them
yet they worshipped it noon night and day
They are desperate
they are hungry
they were born hungry
and the free milk only made them hungrier

Chris the mother thieve said it
'we'll put nits in your head'
Joanne the baby for welfare money thieve said it
'we and the gang will bug your head'
The blackmailed spouse said it
'they're are going to do your head in'
The West Indian woman said it
'they are hazing your head and your mind'
The ragged louse at the bus stop said it
'we will fill your head with chatter, we are the chattering class'
That hypocrite from down below said it
'they will overload your thoughts to confuse you'
The wittering simpleton girl at the shop said it
'we will plant seeds in your head'
The brown buffoon from the office said it
'when you attack the head continuously the body will start failing'
So what is new under the sun
The uncle said
'you are highly intelligent with an incisive mind'
you mean discerning mind I replied
'That too and more' he responded
'No, I replied, I'm fortunate to keep my own counsel
and own my own mind'
'why should I take on board the ******* of those
who have nothing positive or remotely life-affirming to offer,
much less the inane offering of envious juvenile immature
malicious mischiefs-makers with their psychotic agendas.
anyway, you see them coming a mile off and their imbecilic wittering are not worth  my consideration,'
If it did, would I be here
'Imagine a **** lowlife thief like Chris whose plight has already
indicted her, stating ' we'll put nits in your head'
You want to ask her if its the same nits that turned her and her family into drunken smelly white thieves and house breakers.
Some and their supporters deserve nothing but contempt
There are people who come to England from the remotest villages in Asia five years ago, who are millionaires today
then some home grown white sits on welfare and drink away blaming poverty for being a thief.
Yeah, call me a Tory and go get your woke lying loony Leftist
to come do my head in and cancel me.....
f

Let's face it
its more ******* warfare
culturally they are used to faking it
as thimbles and chipolatas in ninety seconds
do not reach first base much less seeing stars on cloud nine
hence they woke and fake the reality they chose be it feel or fright
in woke solidarity against frustrations they cloned their made-up foe
what better than sturdy shining Mandingo loaded and *******
there for the having to your heart's content
presented to you the untamed beast
the wild moor tooled hot and ready
raw animalistic unfettered passion
rock hard we can name him Rocky
that goer that delivers every time
the one that is all your men aren't
and can never be cause he's gifted
sleek like dolphin in rhythmic glide
tasty like fresh clean mushroom
Arabian stallion if ever there's one
with absolute pedigree and class
take a break from the mediocre
from the wham bangs no can dos
from the floppy quick-draws saps
imagine the dark horse with the most
in smooth soft pink leathery velvet
tis your secret your guilty pleasure
tis the obsession you made into a war
the fantasy that plays in your heads
tis behind fervours that haunts you
that you so well disguise in hatred
telling metaphors slip out Freud
hold him down, grind him hard
wear him out, let's wreck him so
the sado masochistic 'punishing him'
give him a hard time, it all says a lot
you twist innocent sentences into
****** innuendos and innocent actions
are falsely given ****** meanings
as morn noon and night you toil
you troll and agitate for attention
yes you twist turn  bite and nibble
in Freudian throes you talk love
you glaze unrequited love relentlessly
you close your eyes and dream sweet pain
yeah! get real, its no psyche warfare
its a flutters obsession, it's the classic '
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
its how you float your boats and and get yer thrills
you better face it you're all addicted
It's an ******* War-fare and you all know so.....

When the lion sleeps
it does not dream about sheep
it leaves that to the butchers
after-all a lion does not need a knife
to hunt for his dinner

we are open and expressive
we fight and argue with each other
but our blood is one
and our union reigns
within
in the way you can never understand

With low self esteems
and all the inevitable insecurities
that thus accompanied
coupled with low intelligence
their world views, thoughts and opinions
must have to be negative, tainted, erroneous
ignorant, malicious, belligerent and hollow
its not only a Natural thing its actually scientific fact as well
So they have to stay hidden
always on the defensive, always belligerent, forever cowered
in cowardice
projecting their fears, insecurities and inadequacies
the lost and miserable in miseries seeking company
oh, how they suffer for their art
yet it wouldn't set them free
prisoners of closed minds
the shamed in denial

The whole thing is a con trick. But what is interesting is why so few adults exist in our societies willing to stand up to it.


THERE is an ugly intolerance in the air. It is sometimes called “cancel culture”, but that doesn’t quite catch the whole horrible trend.

This trend insists that everyone has to think the same thing. We all have to say the same thing. And this trend has zero tolerance for, let alone delight in, the fact that people think differently from each other.

Instead it insists we all conform to one narrow view of everything. It is a wretched, life-limiting vision. And it must be opposed. By people from every side of the political aisle, and none.

A classic example of the trend emerged this week with the launch of GB News. This new news and current affairs channel includes a host of famous broadcasting names, including former BBC grand inquisitor Andrew Neil.

It has said that it is going to challenge the BBC status quo and give more diversity to UK broadcasting. But it had not broadcast even a minute of programming before the cancel mob came for it.

Activist groups decided to portray the channel as “divisive”. Because some of those on the platform have said that they would like to end “cancel culture”, these groups pretended that the channel was somehow extreme.

The channel has said it won’t follow the boring, left-wing group-think of so much media. So the activists pretended it was “far-right”. Nothing could be further from the truth.

But “truth” is not something  the woke activists care about. As a result, they decided to make the most outrageous claims possible about the channel. And they then decided to pick off the advertisers one at a time. Hoping in the process to destroy the channel’s business model.

It is the same technique that has been tried in recent years on a number of newspapers and other media in this country. Target the revenue and you can hope to close them down completely, or at least change the editorial decisions.

Before you know it, we don’t have a free Press, but a Press dictated by mobs. Mobs carefully directed by sinister and unaccountable groups with a deeply political agenda of their own.

Such people have already chalked up some successes against GB News. Within hours of the channel starting to broadcast, the cancel mob were taking notes. They then started the  campaign against every company that had advertised on the new channel.

Outrageous claims
The Swedish furniture company Ikea was among the first to agree to withdraw its advertising on the channel. The retailer said  the new channel is not in sync with its “humanistic values”.

Who knew, as they were struggling to assemble an Ikea flatpack, that the whole thing was based on “humanistic values”? I’ve felt a lot of things when struggling with their wretched furniture. But “humanism” has never been one of them.

At least Ikea has quickly seen sense. Yesterday it reversed its ad ban, saying it was “too soon to make an informed decision” and adding “it was not our intention to polarise our customers or others. A decision on our future approach will be taken in due course.”

One of the other advertisers to buckle under this stupid pressure is a cider company called Kopparberg. Person- ally I’ve never been able to stomach cider of any kind, so Kopparberg wasn’t on my radar. It  certainly is now, after the company claimed that its adverts had run on GB News “without our knowledge”.

A post on the company’s social media account  said: “Kopparberg is a drink for everyone and we have immediately suspended our ads from this channel pending further review of its content.”

What is this *******? “Kopparberg is a drink for everyone”. Really? Is it a drink for children? Probably. Is it a drink for grown-ups who like a decent pint? Clearly not. But is it a drink exclusively for people who think exactly like whichever woke idiot  put out that statement? Definitely. So not “everyone” then.

Just look at that level of sanctimony. It’s a ***** company, for goodness sake. Yet here it is preaching away about “further reviews” and much more. Who does it think it is?

The truth is that the whole thing is a classic woke mob attack. The mode of operating is now clear. It makes a set of outrageous claims against a political target. It then megaphones those claims and asks anyone at all connected with the target how on earth they can live with themselves.

So people are tarred by association with an imaginary enemy. Normal, mainstream opinion gets repackaged as “far-right” or some similar nonsense  then companies and others are asked how they can bear to be associated with such toxic views.

The whole thing is a con trick. But what is interesting is why so few adults exist in our societies willing to stand up to it

DOUGLAS MURRAY

Please Note:

Excitable unruly animals
prone to nibbling, scratching and tantrums
always courting attention and gets irritated when ignored

Important:
Please feed sparingly
Tends to be gluttonous and consumes excessively
Also obsessive and prone to focusing on singular interest

Interesting Fact:
these animals are pack creatures so always hang in groups
and gangs. Culturally they are herd-type in behaviour and
tend to copy each others behavioural actions. They are simple
though can be trained to perform complex exercises and have
auditory ability. mentally they are mostly at base level and
are governed by their nature which in the main is emotionally
immature though their appetite for carnality, self-abuse, over-
indulgences pointless actions and violence can be extreme.
Though basic on must levels they live in quite an evolved and
complex societal communities

Note:
please enjoy observing and interacting with them if you so please
but feed them sparingly and at chosen times put them on a fast ( Do not feed at all ) for a number of days at any given time. They live to be fed but only become exceedingly excitable, incoherent and grossly belligerent when they have food.

My two fathers would say
Now! that is a man and a real Prince
their fathers say lots of things
some say nothing at all
because they are mostly not around
some cry and shake their heads
a lot say, God help us
but never could any of their fathers say
Now! that is a man and a real Prince

I don't pick friends for their usefulness
i don't do superficial things
I don't find solace in others
I don't share myself to belong
I can survive, live or exist
I will always know my ways in my way

And God taught me
the magnanimous derivatives
from being able to bestow utter contempt
to such deserving candidates.
such a rare privilege
and best of all
to never ever feel
threatened and inadequate
so as to drag and besmirch
anyone to make myself
feel valid or noted
such a rare privilege
to be the one others envy
and also be the man
you will emulate and respect
is a special kind of self-worth
such a rare privilege
such a rare rare privilege

we welcome all representatives of slaves
now our cotton fields have become mechanised
but we still need them to toil
and do all the things too low for us
but those born to ermine and silver
with lineages distinguished
are not to be condoned
they are too well bred to be of manual use
and won't kowtow and take instructions
they will not know their places
and will start proving they are better than us
they are not uncle Tom material
So we either show these types the door
or
break them down bit by bit till they learn their place
Only us can have any power or authority
and we decide how they live
and how far they reach
its as simple as that
we will steal your lawful property
and make you apologise to us
and kiss our feet
we rule ok.....

The fevered comedians of Armageddon
with burning heads
and ragged in Damnation tuxedos
and twisted serpentine ball gowns
are all roasting at Hell's Comedic Club
drinking bubbling hot blood Perignon
as they nibble on steaming hot ****
its 'open mic' evening
and devilish jokes are bellowing from their *****
off course
they always speak through their *******
they are rolling around and crying hysterically
there is no peace for the troubled
'Comrades, comrades,' farts out one of them
with reddened face and sizzling bacon smell emitting all around
Comrades, do you know what the biggest joke is?'
I'll tell you
' Do you all realize we still actually on Earth
and look at how we are still suffering for our Art'
Even louder groaning and wailing swept round the room
' Is that why they call us Red devils!' piped a lone sad voice
'

Minimise me
isn't that what you do
to all the others
come give me the brains
of the unwashed
come make my mind to
function like your sheep minds
but if you can comprehend a little
know
that the best way
to trick fools
is to let the fools think they are tricking you
wow! ...the doubts created by imbeciles should
sign post the actions of those wiser
that's really the way things work
come talk respect
after you set up disrespect
so I can follow your example
and go stab someone
how clever we all are

the worst of humanity
arrived in  unfeathered hues
eyes shimmering like quarry pebbles
snarls carrying teeth brown and broken
with long sticks firing thunders and death

the villagers ran like does
but blood ran and fear froze flights
the mad ghosts plucked them like ripe pawpaw
to chain them as cargoes for export to cotton fields
take the strong and able teach the rest to worship ghosts

fetch us two nubile virgins
one for the bed and the other a foot stool
loot all those gold and bronze artefacts and symbols
bring their rulers and elders to bow and wash our blades
show them that unfettered power and guile has no conscience

we are gods and goddesses
we rule the waves and on land we own it all
and to exploit and brainwash we call on the God of Rome
as we pray to gold silver diamonds and every treasures we see
dare protest or resist the might and power of the soulless slayers

we have plundered and looted
***** despoil incarcerated and divided
now we seize their minds use them as we've always done
our working and serving Punches and Judys on our sunken soil
And God help that one that kept his mind and dared to refuse to represent as a slave

I wished us to be similar
another who will stand up for what is right
outspoken against injustice and unfairness
strong in the defence of equalities
confident with no belligerency
holding a brilliant mind that yet knows how to laugh
keeping it real amongst the unwise
and herding with grace and kindness
and worthy enough to own errors
and mindful and deep enough to make amends
alas I soon realized we are oh so different
not alike at all
I was so wrong
I presumed wrongly, it was just a fanciful assumption
with no basis in reality as I was to discover
so please accept my apologies for I was wrong
we are not similar at all
it was just a whimsical wish that we are alike
we do not need the  Town Criers
to tell all and sundry
that we couldn't be more different
than fire and water
so Tell all the gangs at Misguided Republican Street
That I will no longer be there

Have they manned their stations
I would imagine so...
Have they been busy
I wouldn't know, can't be arsed checking....
Have they maintained the Tradition of Negative Oracles
I suppose so, that's all they are capable of.....
Are they hungry yet
I'm sure they are starving, haven't been fed for a while......
Do they know their duties
They should, they are born into that class.........
Do we pay them
No, but they die to be like us and have what we have........
Are they short of breeding, sensibilities and basic decorum's
That goes without saying, born cheap, bred cheap, do cheap.....
Well, they should know we deserve twenty-four seven attention
We are Royalty
we expect them to carter to us at all times
we are not to be without the public attentions
we have Divine Rights, they don't
and if they are always full of envy, jealousy and anger they should
take it up with The Almighty God.
Can they hear me
Avidly. HRH....they are already frothing at the mouths.........
Oh, they do that all the time, they are dribbling simpletons

Boo boo booo boooo booooo.....
won't stop booing
can't stop booing
we are the booing crowd
that' what we do
boo booo boooo booooo......

figure it out
if we could do better
or be better
do you think
we'll be here booing
it is what it is
Boo boo booo boooo booooo.....

Again and again we go wittering and faffing
about the place
posing and posturing like those plastic dummies
at the arcade
wasting delusions built on illusions fabricated
in glossy white lies
we knew he was a quiet decent man that kept
pretty much to himself
a steady blameless character with no stains
or secrets hidden
we thought removing the wife would have
finished him off
then just lean on him enough to drive him
running to his origins
we are crooks and gangsters and we know
how to silence pain-in-the-*****
we are mobbing him and harassing the hell
outta the bloke
we have isolated him and assassinated his character
and crucified the **** outta him
some plonkers saying they are driving him paranoid
you need fear to induce psychosis
or guilt's, insecurities, inadequacies or a lack of self-belief
or confidence to induce paranoia
****** man is a walking saint, we had to create the smears
and lay it on thick, yet Teflon still smiling
we nave done more then enough that would have
made ten men take their lives
we cannot and must not agree that a clear and blameless
conscience holds no guilt or worries
why is it always us crooks, liars, **** and narcissistic
psychos that's always suffering
always the pathetic sados doing all the ***** nasty work
life's not ****** fair......ahhaaaaaa

Daring the glares of realities
attuned to the unspoken melodies
vibrant in gracious touches of One and Only
there gives no need to disarm
or grieve shield and a ribboned lance
as there before you they fide the clouds
speaking the words of the winds
carrying blue dye to paint the skies
plucking airless promises
for tomorrows and sails for now and yonder
and the floaters float on clouds
then the rain came
the rain came
why did they not see and why did they not think
that clouds turn into rains
cloudy wisdom leaves heads in the cloud
perchance more should dare the glares of realities

Landed language in loss-ridden mouths
bloated words forged into snipers bullets
arrows and barbs tipped in venom
the worn armouries' of the wounded krest'yane

but words are words made to be discern
what good a ****** firing dud buck shots
are craven heathens expected to pen sermons
will a bent arrow hold a true flight to its targets

as one knows the clarity of water from mead
the sane sees the wheat from the dulling chaffs
as the mind true in spirit and soul holds allegiance
needing no theologians to smite the olid words of banshees

But I always know

their lots are harder than mine

so in grace and gratitude I thrive

for many have first world problems

that dehumanizes them and eats their souls

the best things in life are free

inner beauty wears no mask

The troubadours have long gone senile
the wandering minstrels lost
in an epoch maze of Daliesque confusion
the tainted sirens wail and groan on tossing grids
battering plots and curses in bile purses
to the lame and the beggars
the mermaids are stranded on burning rocks
the Town criers rings a bell with no rung
and yells weeks old news now stale
the whisperers are trading iniquities and grovelling
with the ferryman for more time
a black foreboding cloud covers them all
they all breath fear in a a breeze of pervading fear
they see themselves and see nothing
they have been conquered by themselves
their winter is with them
yet the sun is shining and the skies are blue
from whence and nowhere a lone voice thrills
'look within yourselves...look within yourselves

I have never lived in that house
yet they keep knocking every minute
insisting this is where I live
imagining they see me in there
yet I stand in my own house
and wave to them
yet they go to that house
yelling morn noon and night
that I am there
its obvious they aren't looking for me
they just want to shout and scream
its a self-flagellation thing
they are *****

The Karens and their eunuchs
all hail in unholy communion in shallow crypts
incanting the ethos of their graceless union
Thou shalt not live with Truth

From the Hopeless Hospice of Dumb minds
the Red ***** toss deader ideas
and escape to join the craven march
of Limeys preaching for their birth rights

The Fagin's Alchemist dost announced
that yonder Moor has taken our riches
Toy town is awakened the Reds are on keystone duties
flying monkeys everywhere hunting for alchemists' fools gold

We shall do his head in and **** him up
Karens  ****** of deceits and bitter angsts all frothing in slime
baying mudslingers with deadly aims in frenzied *******
in wanton throes they relive memories of the thrusts of Moor's sword

Tis the season of deer stalking and the Fools Ball
madness has freely poured all a heady toxic brew so drink till drunk
the pale oracle sees broken heart pain suffering and a broken Moor
and
we all wonder why the Managers of the Top three English footy Teams are all Foreigners

Yes, they are living their best years
playing Fantasy Island and Blind man Buff
for in a white world all is white
and if it isn't
you just erase it off
and insert what you like
that's the best bit
that's them
living their best lives

There is indeed no logic to madness
a man that can't even stand a faint moustache
on ladies
and retches at a crew-cut on a feminine head
is indeed the type
that would turn gay
yes! there is indeed no logic to madness
and the plainest common sense
has been murdered on common grounds
Police say there are too many guilty suspects
its not worth the efforts to investigate
why dignify stupidity

If I ever doubt the level of excellence
then me and myself would not be I

born and bred to forge and smelt adversity
not for adversity to forge me

my title removes me from common fields
where the serfs dig and sow seeds

they toil to harvest hand to empty mouths
rueing their lot in reflection of my golden sheen

cry cry freedom to your noisy shamans in red rags
go lay with your mothers who abides your stunted hoes

your acrid incantations removes no bark from the oak
in its shade you can wash your rags and hide your nakedness

some were made to run with tigers
some are born to be led and told how to be and what to do

And they run from realities
the same way they run their superficial lives
they know nothing and everything
and as they run from themselves
they slam into themselves
only to see nothing
only to find something
unknown
they were never masters
only messengers
of the Un-Thinkers and Ignorance
in days and nights in white satin

Its a win win situation
the iniquitous people stealers' children
in shame and disgrace
were forced to stop their trades in people
but alas could not stop
stealing plundering looting and ******
in all kinds of disingenuous ways
so there comes I
calling out our contemporary pale thieves
stop it says I unbridled
you morally bankrupt unjust miscreants
why is decency and fairness
such strangers to you odious despicable crooks
they did not like it one bit
to lie steal con and cheat is in their blood and genes
they had to void and discredit me
they launched their organised gangster stalking campaign
designed to open the gates of hell on earth to their victim
the boasted with seething threats
your life will be made so miserable you will wish for death
I have not died yet
but now others know and see how wicked evil and corrupt
these slave traders' children are
but what is so pleasing to me is that they now have to play nice
friendly and inclusive
to all ebonies brown and others that they discriminated against
to bring them on side and use them as useful idiots
through clenched teeth the peoples' stealer call it SOLIDARITY
but that's okay for it makes life easier for these minorities  previously oppressed
the repugnant peoples' stealers children are being moulded and conditioned
it must be painful and galling to them but they have been compromised
its a win win situation.....n'est-ce pas -

They are the thieves, rogues and liars
they are the ones with the unrestful consciences
they are the guilty ones unable to relax and feel untroubled
they are the morally bankrupt lowlife scums full of guilty secrets
they are the ones who are weak cowardly shameless sad characters
they are the pathetic fearful ignominious degenerates always on the defensive
they are trapped in lies, deceits, chicaneries, darkness and searing disgrace
they have it all to do and they've been doing it all but how do you
make an innocent blameless someone
take the guilt for crimes not committed and odious deeds not done
the truth is like a lion, you do not have to defend it, let it loose, it will
defend itself
So the disgraced racist white thieves and gangsters shiver in fear every day

He is a sweet loving clever and kind
bona fide Prince
full of wisdom dignity and integrity
warm charming and witty and such
a passionate ardent love, unselfish
gentle and generous
calm sensible smooth and slick yet
brave tough courageous and smart

He is a real life Prince

and has an army of Haters

he said with that cheeky grin on
his ever smooth shining face.....

Whoever is trying to bring you down is already below you
Thanks for making me the center of your attention.


Dear Haters,

I have so much more
for you to be mad at.

Just be patient.


Haters
H: Having
A: Anger
T: Towards
E: Everyone
R: Reaching
S: Success





Don’t try to win over the haters; you are not a ******* whisperer.
– Scott Stratten

Haters don’t hate you. They hate themselves because you’re a reflection of what they wish to be.
– Nicki Minaj

Hate hurts the hater more’n the hated.
– Madeleine L’Engle

A lion doesn’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep.


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Poor Majority
poor majority indeed
in more ways than one
who live in Lewis Carroll wonderland
the majority poor white rabbits live in the rabbit hole
Alice Macafferty and her family were thieving white rabbits
they were also friends with some Mad Hatters also called Red Hatters
and together in their Rabbit holes in crazy unlit wonderland
they saw a black Prince happy and nice and that irked them
look at him smiling so much like the Cheshire cat
this Prince definitely has an  abundance of milk
and cream and things which we don't have
we are the majority and should have
the majority of everything says us
yes we do have a majority
of one important thing
We are the maddest
stupidest weakest
hateful nastiest
white rabbits
in wonder
land