To Allah each day he will pray,
And a Muslim forever he’ll stay.
And his choice, as a rule,
Is a strong man – and cruel;
For democracy isn’t his way.
We are taking a last stand – like Custer’s.
We’re demanding that these bad-ass busters
Aren’t named after our axes.
(We are proud – we pay taxes)
We suggest paleface name – “Feather Dusters.”
Smack! – into people they slam!
Look how they rampage and ram!
There goes one with a beard;
It is just as we feared!
Trucks in Sweden revert to Islam!
Facebook Fact Checking Protocol
The checkers will be checked by checkers,
And these will be checked by cross-checkers.
This checking will check
(With cutting-edge tech)
Propaganda of all right-wing wreckers.
We consider all news to be checkable,
And our checkers of course are impeccable.
Without bias they’ll smash
All conservative trash,
Which will render Facebook unredneckable.
Poison gas? Ready tomahawks! – fire!
Rebels did it??? – Assad’s such a liar!
Arab son of a bitch!
To the rebels we’ll switch –
The good Arabs – the ones we admire.
By the river of death bleach their bones,
As by each bend and reach the wind moans:
“O’er the dead men I blow
But nobody will know.”
(In the Congo there are few cell phones)
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“Get used to it folks,” says the mayor,
“In a way it is really quite fair.
Sure there’ll be disasters
For we’re now the masters
And finally we’re getting square.”