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Yenson Oct 2018
Criminal Gang Stalking

Definition:

The crimes committed through gang stalking an individual are covertly done, hence little in evidence is left behind of the crime, and the target is left with little in the way of resources to defend him or herself.

Isolation, through disrupting socio-familial ties in an intense slander campaign, is usually achieved once the actual stalking begins.

A pervasive slandering campaign takes place, projecting the target as an unstable individual, child molester, a person with hidden dark secrets, or a person prone to psychopathic behavior.

The criminals planning a gang stalking endeavor study the target long before the stalking begins. Psychological profiling is done, and this is to assist in the overall campaign that includes intense psychological harassments and demoralizations. Tactics used go well beyond fear, demoralization and psychological harassment.

The tactics used have been the protocol in campaigns against common people implemented by the KGB in Soviet Russia, Nazis of **** Germany, and the KKK in the early to middle of last century in America.

The accumulation of all the tactics and events in this dangerously hurtful organized crime against an innocent human being can led to trauma and will emotionally bankrupt the targeted individual, and may lead to death, as suicide is often induced through the assaults. The perpetrators of gang stalking are serious criminals who do great damage, and the acts done are very serious crimes by any measure.

Gang Stalking is a highly criminal campaign, one directed at a target individual, and one that aims to destroy an innocent person’s life through covert harassments, malicious slander and carefully crafted and executed psychological assaults.

Gang Stalking deprives the targeted individual of their basic constitutional rights and destroys their freedom, setting a stage for the destruction of a person, socially, mental and physical, through a ceaseless assault that pervades all areas of a person’s life.

What drives such campaigns may be revenge for whistle blowing, or for highly critical individuals, as outspoken people have become targets. Other reasons why a person may become a target individual for stalking: ex-spouse revenge, criminal hate campaigns, politics, and racism.

Gang Stalking may be part of a larger phenomena that may have loose threads that extent into a number of differing entities, such as government, military, and large corporations, though it is certain that organized crime is one of gang’s stalking primary sources, or origins.

The goals of Gang Stalking are many. To cause the target to appear unstable mentally is one, and this is achieved through a carefully detailed assault using advanced psychological harassment techniques, and a variety of other tactics that are the usual protocol for gang stalking, such as street theater, mobbing, pervasive petty disrespecting.

Targets experience the following :

A total invasion of privacy
Pervasive and horrific slander
Isolation through alienation that is caused by the slander. 4.Destruction of, or alienation from all things that the target holds dear.
Ground Work: A discrediting campaign is initiated long before the target is actually stalked. They, the criminal perpetrators, twist and fabricate reality through such a campaign, displaying lies that paint the target as a child molester, a person with hidden dark secrets, an highly unstable individual who may be a threat to society, a *******, or a longtime drug user, etc.

The slandering or discrediting campaign sets the stage for the target to become alienated in just about every social-familial- work environment, once the actual stalking begins. This slandering campaign is instrumental in eliminating all resource and avenue of defense for the target, before the actual stalking begins.

This stage is one that sees people close to the target, family, friends, neighbors, and co-workers recruited by the perpetrator criminals, who will pose as law enforcement officials, private investigators, or a groups of concerned citizens.

The Gang Stalking is aimed at achieving one or all of the follow:

induced suicide
financial devastation
homelessness
institutionalization in psyche wards
Once actual Stalking begins: The target will endure a vast array of tactics: gas lighting, street theater, drugging, gassings, scent harassment, mobbing, subtle but frequent destruction of property, killing of pets

Psychological profiling will be done so as to initiate an intense psychological harassment assault. Staged happenings and planned or directed conversations will take place around the target in public or places of work, and serves not only to undermine the targets psychology, but also may be used to cause the target to thinking that he or she is under investigation for horrific crimes.

Stalkers will have studied the target to such a level that they know and can predict the person’s behavior. Again, often the target will think that they are being investigated for crimes that would be absurd for the target to have actually committed. Not knowing what actually is happening, the target is isolated and lives through a never ending living nightmare.

Once the target finds out that they are a target individual for gang stalking, or multi stalking, they may have some relief, but from what I have read, the stalking simply changes dimensions a bit, and continues.

Identifying the exact people who initiated gang stalking campaigns is difficult, or near impossible, and this makes it very difficult for people researching this phenomena to discover, in certainty, the roots and genealogy of the crime. Investigation of a “Gang Stalking” crime would require a great deal of resources, and intensity similar to ****** investigations.
WHAT THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW....THIS IS THE TRUTH.

Background information, please read 'Where Is Justice' by same author on this site.
This horrendous situation is happening in our Great civilised Nation,
neth jones Nov 2021
is it love
or the parasite ?

my pilot bulk                      
aims for relief
       it pursues this via                  
          your romantic correction

in public arena                  
a library stair                    
(i never prior encountered you)

one step as foreigner        
the approach
and upon a swift internal pendulum
i make witless incisions
hurried mended sentences
directed stuns
invasive
i demand the compromise
                  of your company
hastily push at boundaries and
you're not so accommodating

                                                 but
on a further occasion
same building
we exchange a battering of conversation
that
   then
       matures
           into barter-like use of language

despite my harassments
  a civil cultivation is unearthed
tongue within this intelligence effort i lessen
loosen my demanding appearance
disregard my dignity
     a skin suit about the ankles

you're open in a vein of similarity
   you flesh out your own controls
we've progressed quickly
there's an aped conduct
                 and flashing attitudes
this time we share table space
a nearby café

we have become quite unmanned
    repeated meet ups
upon humours we adjust small habits
    and shake on perceptions where we overlap
it becomes
   more an overlay of rationalities
        than resented promises

fast time passes and

i move into your living space                                  
i pick a wildflower                                                    
               and put it in the tiny vase on your dining table
we agree on its colour                                              
we agree on a book to make our bible material
we agree on the pitch of the tinnitus we share
the clothes i am to wear
i switch to your diet
and you cease taking medications
we sleep on your lawn like children
and bring down the night sky for comfort

during the day we wear our sleep
              like a lubrication for our chores
and go about our productivity
              in genuine partnership
yet
i feel we're just out of reach
            of some dark harm

we are an excellent sample pair
it is all vital
we grow stronger the more we quiz it
recycling our *******
refine our agreements
await further impulses
and come closer to plug

so..
do we please love
      or simply indulge a parasite ?
Yenson Sep 2018
Stinking Thieves and Degenerates thus proudly declared
We will drive you paranoid, give you ******* brain cancer
We will put hot things in your head, head lice they blared
We will plant dissenting seeds in your mind by our passers
Chatter and natter with toxic germination brain  furrowed

With poisons, fears and doubts we'll polluted your mind
We are the majority and we'll recruit followers in numbers
Build a pyramid of lies and hassles to hound and down grind
One tell ten and onwards, chinese whispers makes you to wonder
Peck like vultures at your life  with harassments that's unkind

In our putrid pond, caves and gutters a Grass is what you are
Goody shiny two shoes who stays aloof thinks he's better than us
Whistle clean, no crime or stains, how pompous, how you dare
Evil and destruction is our wont, purity is anathema go you suss
We'll sling mud, blacken you, weaken you and lay you bare

Go call your Jesus to save you, see if he dares tussle with the pack
The ******* cemetery is full of Saints who we've offered free rides
Showed them the Hell we make for good people before we wack
We'll get in your head and mind and trounce your soul with hide
We are knaves, criminals and reprobates and we have the knack

Yes, we burgled and stole from you, that's our trade, what we do
We are criminals not ******* Mother Teresa saving the poor
You work hard to acquire, we work hard to acquire, isn't it so
Then you chose to grass us up, ruin our trade and shut our doors
see what happens to upright and legit, jobless, lonely and broken too.


Hahaha....hahaha.....hahaha.....next!
Brother watch out, it could be you..............
Do unto others as you want them do unto you............
Dada Olowo Eyo Apr 2019
Special anti stupid squad,
Special anti useless squad,
Special anti buffoonery squad,
Special anti senseless squad;

Getting out of hand,
Daily harassments,
Of people of state,
Existing, but just barely,

Brazen extortion,
Shameless shakedowns,
Illegal raids,
Accidental discharge!

The super highway is lit,
Keyboard warriors are miffed,
Cyber mercenaries want blood,
Digital overlords call for war!

But vagabonds in power care less,
They demonstrate total disconnect,
Throwing around meaningless platitudes,
And high sounding refrains;

But why so many?
Arbitrary creation of demonic units,
Specialising in delivering sorrow,
To ordinary folks in the streets;

Why not ask yourselves,
Reasons the youth are agitated,
Why not make diligent inquiry,
Into rise in criminality;

The answers are not on the moon,
Look around you,
And see the gulf,
Between rich and poor;

A country that boasts,
Of the richest persons on the black continent,
Male or female,
Champions the poverty comity of nations;

Therein lay the solution,
Return to the people,
Their stolen past, present and future,
And see if need be for your SPECIALS.
Only coming to light ever more increasingly, are the heinous acts of poorly trained and mentally deficient police officers of the  Nigerian Police Force special units created to fight armed robbery and cultism. These sadists have now been exposed by citizen reporters to be bloodthirsty, greedy extortionists that arbitrarily raid young men that have tattoos or wear dreadlocks. The discomforting silence of powers that be lends credence to speculations that the rogue officers have backers in high places. Now it is left for ordinary folks to negotiate their existence by giving fire-for-fire or simply bring lame ducks to be picked off at will. ACTION!
The Macedonians in this spectral fight would spend their last efforts to reach the heart of Vernarth and Alexander the Great, to try to ****** and defeat them from their captaincies that challenged Asmodeus. The colossal figure of the converted Sapsila had a longitudinal figure from head to toe of approximately four kilometers, all the maritime lines of Leros, Lipsi, and Pireas housed him in the hemisphere of contemplation where his skeleton was more sensitive than the geographical area of Sapsila, where the Achaemenids approached the longitudinal pectoral of several kilometers in length, pointing out the effigy of an immemorial Hoplite sedimented in this region where the feet rested at the height of the southern hemisphere of the feet of the corresponding Nótos and Vóreios that corresponded to its head. The Achaemenids reached the exact diameter of Vernarth's pectoral where it had the admission of the energy of the Kassotides, the same entrance hole that it had with the elder in the Bumodos, ad portas of the Gaugamela stage. Here his exoskeleton was transfigured towards the monastery of Atros with the cognition of the Katapausis, which led him through the hiding place of his epistíthios breastplate or iron and bronze breastplate, which exemplified how it was erected after the Achaemenids dispersed over the nearby line of Skalá. , where they will arrive with the Psiloi, for the purposes of raising the phalanxes that will lift with their feet the colossal figure of the Psiloi being nothing less than an archetype of Brisehal in the desolate Dasht-e-Lut desert, being from unpopulated places of devotion that again he was emerging from the empty glow of the Profitis Ilias. The specters abounded wandering alone as if trying to grasp the last sparks of the politics that remained for them to surrender from their own unencumbered solitude. Brisehal was a mountain with a canine head similar to Anubis, but millions of times larger towards the top and acid, like the hope of regulars to enter the garden-kingdom of Heaven. Before the day trembled with the movement of his trembling mocking strides, that Brisehal was from Das-e-Ruth from Arbela shaking day and night, embodied in the body of Vernarth, like the bombast of the archaeological sedimented hoplite of the Subclavian Kabbalah demarcating the entire pedestrian propulsion dynamics in the Achaemenids by his rib when he was soaked in Samael's silica, since he had been given a superior potion to close the Vernarth pectoral hole, and which has not yet been transplanted by the Kassotides. In such a way that all his anatomy would border the anatomy of his body gigantic free from Asmodeus, and from the whole cycle of tons of breaths of the shadow that conceived sparks of Shemesh on them, to revert the potion of Asmodeus to the degree of innocuous elixir.

Consisting of the voluminous being stretched out in the midst of Gnosticism that declared the figure of its proverbial monstrosity to be erected, born from the consciousness of the sectarian origins that placed it after a being harassed by Samael for centuries and centuries being condemned to be stretched in non-clairvoyance of those who did not really love him and yes, with the great profile of venerating the sublime sky that he knows in front of his eyes looking at the sky that divides Grikos and Skalá, after it was time to get up for the purposes of the Battle of Patmia in the Seventh Heaven, from where Vernarth ran terrified by the Olympic archaeological excitement in which this buried being was, being the same one that represented the god that Saint John the Apostle had mentioned to him referring to Geburah; where all the serpents or basilisks protocolized appeals of revolt against Alehisebenech, the serpent that will transmit paths from Dash-e-Lut on all the heads of the Achaemenids, asserting the judgment of Gnosticism when they were incarnated by Geburah and lost their night vision through nocturnal curtains that this abnormal god of the mesosphere, who was trying to eradicate them from the roof of the Tabernacle of Faith, pointing out that the noble harassments became more inexorable with the counterattack for those who suffered temporarily from the stubborn blindness that this god Geburah forged, as a God who claimed the abilities of Mars to constitute the existential fear that would ultimately intimidate even the Islamist soul that resided in these involuntary beings, being a trophy of their instincts and losing the chrism of the Hoplites for the reason of filling them in the glasses of the room chalice of Elijah, even if they do not attend the Upper Room but may be judicious to exalt the glory oria that resides in the front of the colossus, who personifies the versatile power facing the left where he carried his Xiphos vehemently, trying to adulterate them towards the sword of Samael. The lights of the sea were appreciated in the bay of Skalá exhibiting the ardor of the breakers as the arrest of archangels that took cover to slide in the toppers that were expelled when the mass was finally raised, flickering from a forest of life that would protect the troops of Vernarth, expelling them of every scale that could lodge in a decapitated teacher, being able to come sooty and representing in the Muslim Iblis that he would exchange the eternal nocturnal light, in advance when the first movements of the troops were unleashed, while some were in the stillness of the bonfires. pointing out the glimpse of the Iblis that came quickly to shoot fire due to its excoriation, showing that just by looking into their eyes, the Vernarth clone judged him at more than four kilometers of elevation, causing dissension by trying to stun them. Once again the embryonic action of Alexander the Great would relapse on Vernarth, who was laborious among all the Syntagmas that were conglomerating from the Psiloi, and already on their boyar horses, infants of the Ida and the newly developed wagons of the epsilon, pretending to debate them in doubt of the Exodus. that resembled in the infinitive people that flee from the Shemesh that whipped them from their scriptural registers, on the hands of cherubs with their hands hold the reins, with the patriarchs with the twelve crowns of stars that shone as in the Nile linking with the Sea of Patmia.
Battle of Patmia  Part  II
Mitchell Aug 2011
My
Last scribbled note
To the man that brought me here
I swore on the boat
My gift he would soon hear

Each minute that passes
On this cool smoldering Earth
Makes sentence harassments
Heavy with futures girth

When to speak of clouds adrift
Lovers next underneath it all
God or whom-ever's indians gift
We are born in start to fall

Not in mind but living in time
Mountains ablaze with joy
Thoughts come some not of mine
****** I bend like a child's toy

Hope for human hindrances
Hand's hastily wash away
Quick cobble step romances
Hearts eye down cuffed' obey
Ella Grace Jun 2020
Close the curtains
Turn off the lights
Take off the make up
Hang up the costume

I’m done
Done being the girl you want
I’m done pretending
I don’t want to be an actress

This is me.
I’m imperfect
My skin isn’t flawless
And my body doesn’t look like hers.

I change everyday
Some days I can’t get out of bed
And others I feel like I can touch the sky
Sometimes I don’t know who I am.

Am I the girl who shows her colours with pride?
Or the girl who hides her scars?
Maybe I’m the girl who hides behind a book
But I’ll ever be the girl who hides behind a man.

I will find myself some day
I’ll show the colours that suit me
I’ll show the world my pain
I will be me.

But for now, I’m done
No more shame
No more fear
No more acting

I just want my liberty
I want to kiss her without fear
To wear my clothes without harassments
To be free.
Gourab Banerjee Apr 2016
The unpredictable
Circumstance of life
Time to time
We all faced harassments
And,for which
We often accused
Our existence,ourself
Or anyone else
But,why we face it?
If we think over it
The scenario is
Not too complicated
There's a silly clash
Between desire & achievement
For which
Emotions get inflated
Mind becomes isolated
So,how to get rid off?
Or resolve the chaos
As simple the problem
The solution is easy too
Believe it or not
But,it's quite easy
Actually,the problem arises
Due to over expectation
And less dedication
Or to be said commitment
But,if we're a l'll bit sincere
In case of our expectations or desires
This life can be much easy
Than so hard it seems to be
Think over it
Life is waiting for you
Don't let it waste
It's really incredible-Written 06.11.2012
(Individually 250th in English)
Yenson Dec 2018
You see dearie
When you want to show imbeciles the moon
and you point a finger upwards
Our imbeciles will look at your finger

So don't bother wasting your time
Let them look at the finger
Let them see their moon on your finger
that's Auntie Mona Kists for you

They say life is full of questions
and idiots are full of answers
So they know the law of Diminishing returns
means anodyne harassments is yielding great rewards
Is thirty years of Blackpool a happy life in Whitehaven
Ask Auntie Mona Kists and our persistent gaggle of imbeciles

Alexandre Dumas says " I prefer rogues to imbeciles,
because they sometimes take a rest"
I forget who said "My very existence seems to offend and upset imbeciles. Which thrills me."…
Imagine the laughter induced to know they where on point
even on Xmas day, talk about dedication of the stupefied

Of all human weakness Obsession is the most dangerous
And the silliest.
East end Criminals and the lunatics fringe in cohorts have
infected vigilante mob and demented Racists.
That's Auntie Mona Kists for you.........

More, more, more please!
Hahaha....Hahaha


Copyright@Kisma Aryse
Silver Heinsaar Nov 2017
Brainstorming for comedy
Appears to be a problem for me
I think i need another break
While new ideas come and wake
Shame i'm not Drake.

So i guess i owe an apology
Looking at too much *******
Singing the chorus so horribly
If you catch my rift
I'm no Taylor Swift.

You can follow me on twitter
Though i'm not giving out my handle
Who knows what you could find there
But don't lump me together with Trump
He's not someone i'd plump for.

What else would you like to discuss
How about all the ****** assaults and harassments
Just thought i'd end it on a funny note
Totes me too,
You too?
Welcome to Hollywood,

Or basically anywhere you go.
Put my time into this infinite rhyme,
Speaks so divine,
Break in the bassline,
Let me show, ya the design,
Artifacts of my mind,
Get yall intertwined, cosign,
By the angels in line,
I speak it from the heart of mine,
No need for cuss lines,
The knowledge beats any,
Who went to college,
This is a cosmic collage, so switch the topics,
Its the return of the prophet,
Burning up like the hot picks,
Billboard number one sun,
Underground even stunned,
Shook the courts,
Now they want me an album,
I rather play a ***,
Then followed satans hmm, to the beats of the drum,
Dont get caught in the ums,
Soothin' as tums,
No bellyaches, or harassments from jake,
Take a deep look, as in take,
Fiery eyes,
Could sizzle a steak wait,
Lets keep it, on subject,
I rap for the street politics,
Learned to watch for the snakes that bit,
Dimmed my innocence, formed an alliance, defiance,
Recongized in me, im sittin' at a buck fifty, mighty healthy,
Combat wiz stealthy,
They couldn't even fail me,
Cuz of the inner G-O-D,
Five percenter,
Praised greatfully, notice me,
I dont need to brag,
I just sit back light a gar,
And cout my bags,
Yenson Jan 2021
and the crudes from Babylonians
armed with frying pans and potatoes peelers
in stupefied conglomerate
are in stoops to conquer rule and control
maddened in solidarity of nitwits
mouth in foot clasping their manuals of warfare
lies, bullying, harassments and intimidation
the coarse grained brains
march yonder in putrid malaise

from the craven cults of witless adorations
harnessed puppets with high jacked minds
play at at invading and hijacking a mind
vainly unaware of the odious irony
the strings they pull are attached to them
to look is not to register
to see is not to offer cognitive relevance
automotive infusions is for vacuous beings
fish and chips do not grow in a chippy farm

Ace of Spades always threatens the losing hands
while in genteel circles its a handshake
lets try again rings true sportsmanship
while spivs, guttersnipes, charlatans and barrow boys
upend tables in rowdy melee and dubious chicaneries
the ignorant offspring's of crude ignorant fathers
base legless creatures on silts stumbling in circuses
pockets dippers masters of distractions pulling wools
my contempt to your shame hanging vividly on white banners
give my disregard to the vaudevilles of the lost minds
do not count me as friend or foe........
a coarse-grained sedimentary rock composed of rounded fragments embedded in a matrix of cementing material such as silica.
Yenson Jul 2022
I seek no salvation
they have taken their pint of blood
and the  legs and arms they craved
its vengeance they say
a war on greed
because a bare-faced thieve says so
so a decent law-abiding family is torn apart
a productive career ruined
an unstained reputation destroyed
they say its revolution
they say its democracy
this is Red politics reigning at its best
the politics of lies, smears, intimidation and harassments
of wrongs being right and right being wrong
the politics of injustice, of ***** con tricks, of nihilism
of racism dressed up in tuxedo black ties and evening gowns
Please feel proud
this is People Power red style
Yes! 'You can fool some of the people all of the time,
and all of the people some of the time,
but you can not fool all of the people all of the time...







LABOUR under Jeremy Corbyn was riven by civil war and treated anti-Semitism as a ‘factional weapon’, a damning review says.

Racism and sexism were rife and the party was in such a state the UK had no effective opposition.

The two main factions diverted campaign cash from, and briefed against, one another.

Barrister Martin Forde arrived at the conclusions after he was brought in to probe the leak of an anti-Semitism dossier.

He found a “wealth of evidence” of a “perceived widespread ­existence of discriminatory behaviours, based on religion, race, gender and ****** orientation”.

He said “deep-rooted factionalism” rendered Labour unable to ­participate constructively in the UK’s democratic process.

He said both wings seized on anti-Semitism allegations to attack the other rather than confront the “profoundly serious issue”.

Some Corbyn opponents saw it as a way to attack him, the report said, and moderates loathed him so much they diverted campaign resources in 2017 to help anti-Corbyn MPs keep their seats.

A Labour Party spokeswoman said: “The Forde Report details a party that was out of control.
“Socialism is the philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy. It's inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery ” — Sir Winston Churchill
Yenson May 2020
So we know they are from
less privileged backgrounds
and not privy to a broader scope of references
with limited mentality and stunted erudite analysis
so lets be kind and help them in this their assigned mission

Let start with pink
and see rainbow delight again
we should not forget the Italian connection
for art for art sake can be triangular or even Cubism
take your pick and don't sully the party with your trust issues

The betrayal angle is good
so that should be layered on sumptuously
Screaming No No Nooo No rudely should be helpful
but the Preachers link and I'll never 'forgive was a wind-up
I confess now, for I knew all I say would be relayed and weaponized

So far so helpful I hope
the thinness bit is childish
the dramatics and power-play politicking is all contrived
there's a kind sensitive soul hidden behind the projected facade
examine things again I had switched off the second it became unreal

This seed of doubt concept
is hogwash with poppycocks and bullocks
the perception assaults is nothing but puerile theater
we're talking Philosopher grade here not John at the pub
anyway hope this helps a little to concentrate your mental harassments

You obviously have
nothing better to do, the gangsters have you in pockets
like I said to her, please make sure you get something out of this
for if I am going to be made a foot soldier for punks and lowlifes
and waste time energy and efforts I'll want more than arms and legs

The thing though is bullies are just talent-less stupid inadequate s
so I wouldn't hold out much hope. break a leg, luveess !!
Yenson Jun 2021
Wow, how fortunate does one get
when right from early doors
all around you was inspirations
sister a doctor, brother a doctor
uncles and aunties Lawyers
cousin a Surgeon, another cousin a Naval Admiral
he would visit in gleaming white ensemble
with braids and epaulettes
looking like he's just stepped out of a movie
Mum would smile and say, wow what a dashing young man
all I saw round me was successes
people striving, positive endeavours all round
you were always encouraged to work hard
read, pass your exams, come join us soon
it was positive pressure
you have to make the grades, just look around you
you have to know what you're doing, be single minded
be focused, work hard, its the only way
I never harbour hate for no one
was never envious or jealous of any one
never felt the need to put anyone down
rather I had role models I learnt from
inspirational friends and relatives that guided and encouraged
it was expected, I did not disappoint
I left my comfort zone and made it through my sweat
a friend in Blighty says
the bright kids get bullied and call geeks
the others cheek the teachers and do as they like
its video games, social media and trolling
its ****** harassments from both sides
and when they leave semi illiterate and bleak futures
they can go join the Leftist and Anarchists
who will teach them how to hate success and aspiring people
They stay never amount to anything
and spend the rest of their days blaming some invisible Elitist,
parasitic royals or some Greedy Jewish Capitalist
stealing their birth right,
and I suppose, their fish and chips as well
and talking Revolution
Who are the Jokes and jokers
No kidding!

— The End —