Discussing Tommy Robinson with Liberal Leftists
Muslims are a race!
You fascist nipple-face!
They can’t be criticised!
Screw your racist lies!
Freedom? Go to hell!
White men rape as well!
Why don’t you scream your bile
at pale-faced paedophiles?
It’s just because you frown
on those whose flesh is brown!
Because you just can’t wait
to spew your brainless hate!
Well, chum. All paedophiles should be castrated.
And if, as you command, I join the Devil
with all the other deviant moral nomads
and chance one fiery day on Jimmy Savile,
don’t doubt, let nothing be equivocated,
I’ll plunge a burning pitchfork in his gonads.
But what has overflown your squishy matter
like aeronautics over a poisoned rabbit,
is that the girls of Rotherham and Telford
were not just chosen out of lecherous habit.
“White slags”, “white trash” was all the conquerors’ chatter
as innocence, ten thousand times, was pilfered.
This isn’t just about some perverts screwing
young girls, this is jihad. It’s open warfare.
And all that you can do is hurl your feeble
self-righteous slurs at angry men in sportswear,
when all that Tommy Robinson is doing
is fighting for his tribe, his blood, his people.
You think that’s wrong? Let’s turn the situation.
Imagine it was Africans whose daughters
were being raped by white men. Who’d stay quiet?
“Black slags”, “black trash”. Would there be no supporters
if Kenyan Tommy called out to his nation?
Cities would burn. This land would be a riot.
Er…… er…… um…
That’s different, Nazi scum!
If those young girls were black,
of course we’d have their back!
If the victim’s white,
it isn’t racist. Right?!
You fascist bag of sleaze!
D’you hate the Japanese
and gays and women too?
I bet you really do!
I bet you smell of poo!
I’m cleverer than you!
Tommy is an ape!
Who cares if kids get raped?
They’re only working-class
and white, you right-wing arse!
Tommy’s just a lout!
He should have shut his mouth
and let the rapes go on
till racism is gone
and rainbows fill the sky,
the world has peace and I,
ablaze with moral wealth,
feel good about myself.