Modern Fascists
He struts out on the centre stage
Cracks his whip, rants and raves
Motivates his admiring followers
To create mayhem and results deliver
Get these foreigners out of my stronghold
Those who don’t leave, Oh they are so bold!
Why make them wear a yellow star
To show them for the traitors they are
We shall make this land pristine and pure
In
With your strength and help I am sure
The goal of this state will not come naught
The crowd hangs on to every word mesmerized
Then enthused, it marches forth and cries
Death to the others!! Death to all!!!
They speak other tongues and they should fall!
Riots rape the land, buses are burnt
Shops are looted, sanity spurned
Who wins ? Who loses ?? Who cares !!!
The devastated land weeps, its fields bare