Hounds of Terror

Hounds of terror invaded filled with hate.
Images of pain made us take the bate.
Miles of wasteland that once housed life now trashed
while we weak natives were keen to be smashed.

Talking heads fooled us and fed us the lies.
Corrupt leaders swarmed like ravenous flies.
Boys cried while cameras swooped like vultures,
feasting on our weak and feeble culture.

Social media shamed the rebel.
To be shunned was no longer so novel.
Their great sin was to oppose genocide,
tweet, like; just commit social suicide.

Bullying blinded so-called progressives.
Our way of life became so oppressive.
Only racists could see the invasion,
images used to cause mass persuasion.

Images of men erased from the mind.
Dead children blamed on we wicked white kind.
Convinced all were just helpless refugees,
and shamed for our past by the bourgeoisie.

The invaded opened their listless arms.
Mesmerised by the political charms.
The hounds of terror didn’t waste any time,
to speak against it was seen as a crime.

Sexual crime was seen as our error.
No one heard the screams or saw the terror.
Our ears burned deaf to the reality,
a nightmare of endless brutality.

The hounds sank their teeth into traditions.
People of ideas and ambitions.
Devoured a once strong and alluring land,
but now too weak and scared to take a stand.

The androgynous couldn’t defend their land.
Demanded for the penis to be banned.
Too busy fighting their own relevance,
and consumed by feminist arrogance.

Ravenous hounds sharpened their killer fangs,
left unchallenged by the liberal gangs.
There was more land ready to be conquered,
so children could easily be slaughtered.