Thursday, 1 October 2009
A short poem on the MOBO's
Image - Michael Jackson and Louis Farrakhan.
There is something I’d like to know,
Why aren’t they racist, the MOBO’s
Because if Whitey had a similar event,
No liberal would ever sit on the fence.
Year after year the same double standard,
All pretence of equality is now abandoned,
What’s right for black is wrong for white,
They must be proud, whilst we contrite.
Black power they say and punch a fist,
But White pride, we mustn’t tolerate it,
So the circle turns on towards tyranny,
Whilst wearing the masks of diversity.
And what of Bling Culture they fetishise,
Formed of guns and greed, death and lies,
Whilst who could be so desperate for a hero,
As to worship Wacko Jacko, the racist paedo.
Mikaeel joined the Nation of Islam in 2008,
A racist group, based on anti-white hate,
Whilst in Neverland he raped little boys,
Using their flesh for pleasure, as his toys.
Funny how the press always hide real evil,
Like Death Angels who killed White Devils,
For Elijah Muhammad was Jacko’s true prophet,
Not Jesus Christ, whom he was simply mocking.
So many lies so where do we begin,
When evil is good and truth is a sin,
As the media dumbs the masses down,
Satan is now feted all over town.