If Streets Were White. 5th July 2016.
All the things you’ve hated, all that you abhorred
You gave in to a poster to start your bloody war
Graffiti on our doorways, signs upon our streets
Now you bait with poisoned blood the folks you used to greet.
The infidel you dare to hate, fought by your fathers’ sides
And died for you, you lowlife, your freedom was their pride
They lie beneath some foreign field, that is now their home
They fought for you, their future sons, now look what you’ve become.
Defence Leagues dressed like terrorists, slits made for their eyes
They’re our neighbours, sons and daughters, on our streets but in disguise
Some don’t know what they stand for, they’re too young to know what’s right
But they’ve been told supremacy only comes in one shade: White!
Your fathers fought the Nazis and you fascists are their sons
You’re living in a far off place, that war was lost and won
If you think what you do is right, then read the next line lads,
Guten morgen we’re The Hitler Youth, it was us who killed our dads!
Paul Colvin.
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