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"why do you hate?" the activist sneers,
as he breaks down your gates to thunderous cheers.
smashing your fences and through your front door,
welcoming vagrants and strangers galore.

"but what of our growth?" the businessman wheezes,
smacking those lips to belch as he pleases.
over fields and valleys his machines roar and grind,
every tree felled and every stone mined.

"why does it matter?" comes the urbanite's cry,
as he pisses in your water and spits in your eye.
he eats from your larder then leaves it to rot,
then laughs in departure, "what a stupid, backwards lot."

"where else will we go?" huffs the bureaucrat shortly,
ruddy and fat, on your dollars grown portly.
inking his stamps to repurpose your village,
more concrete! more car parks! more rape and more pillage!

"do you not want what's best?" the schoolteacher threatens,
to the greasy applause of other "educator" cretins.
filling the heads of your children with lies,
"look up to the ground, kids, and down to the skies!"

"you have to contribute!" the taxman demands,
picking your pockets with long-fingered hands.
"we'll take a little more, it's for a good cause!"
he says as he bankrolls perpetual foreign wars.

"do you not want a say?" the statesman slyly gloats,
"something something, civic duty, go and get out those votes!"
then fingers in ears he waddles away,
to sleep through his term til next ballot day.

"now dont you feel safe?" the lawman guffaws,
as he fingers his badge with those filthy fucking paws.
outside rings gunshots, thieves and scoundrels hold court,
but it's you he wants hunted, it's you he wants fraught.

"we don't understand!" comes the chorus of fools,
"why won't you conform to standards and rules?"
"why won't you behave? why are you misfit?"
"you need to be penitent! why won't you submit?"

there's only one answer to give to these swine,
just one thing to say in this age of decline.
so speak with conviction and hold out your hope,
you tell them: "i'll find you on the day of the rope."

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