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Slaughterhouse Red
Welcome to Britain, madam Ambassador for Genocide;
this carpet’s the latest fashion, Slaughterhouse Red.
Per Ardua ad Astra is how they died,
a diet of porky pies, what they were fed,
“We will remember them”, cry solemn parrots,
ad nauseam, per annum, dog-whistled,
forgetting stick, they much prefer those carrots,
warmongering Lords want us protestors kettled;
oh yes, ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2024 2:06 pm
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