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ΔΙΕΘΝΗ ΚΑΘΑΡΜΑΤΑ - ΔΙΕΘΝΗΣ ΠΟΛΙΤΙΚΗ: Quiz για δυνατούς πολιτικώς ορθα λοβοτομημένους λύτες: Από ΠΟΙΟΥΣ ακούστηκαν ΕΜΠΡΑΚΤΑ ΣΤΟΥΣ ΔΡΟΜΟΥΣ (που τόσο αγαπούν οι αριστερούληδες κατσαπλιάδες) οι ΜΟΝΑΔΙΚΕΣ ΦΩΝΕΣ ΠΡΑΓΜΑΤΙΚΗΣ ΔΙΑΜΑΡΤΥΡΙΑΣ για το ισλαμοφασιστικό κράτος-συμμορία που μετατρέπει την Αγια Σοφιά σε τζαμί ??? (Πάντως όχι από τον "Μόσκοβο" που περιμένουν χρόνια τώρα "να φέρει το σεφέρι" οι ελληνόφωνοι αριστερόπληκτοι ραγιαδοκατσαπλιάδες...)
ΔΙΕΘΝΗΣ ΠΟΛΙΤΙΚΗ και ΚΟΙΝΩΝΙΑ: This is America 2020 - This is the future of Europe... and it's "diverse, beautiful, empowering" (we're not allowed to criticize it)
Αυτή είναι η Αμερική του 2020 αλλά αυτό είναι και το μέλλον της "πολιτικώς ορθής" ΑΦΡΟΑΣΙΑΤΙΚΗΣ Ευρώπης...
ΔΥΤΙΚΗ ΠΟΛΙΤΙΚΩΣ ΟΡΘΑ ΛΑΘΡΟΜΑΧΜΟΥΤΑΡΟΠΛΗΚΤΗ ΚΟΙΝΩΝΙΑ: Stolen, Like a Thief in the Night
Every loss breaks the heart,
No one wants to be apart,
From those they love and adore,
Who they will see no more,
But other losses are understood,
Other losses don’t leave memories of running blood,
For who I mourn was ripped away,
Before I had I a chance to say,
How I loved them so very much,
How I appreciated every touch,
Their sounds around the house,
And how now I cannot stand it being as quiet as a mouse,
I beg the gods to bring back the noise,
To bring me back my girls and boys,
Stolen from me like a thief in the night,
Erased forever from my sight,
My children who I cradled at birth,
Who gave my life a precious worth,
Then brutally ripped from my love,
As I screamed to the heavens a primal roar to all above,
To take me from this despair,
In land where nobody seems to care,
That had my lands been just for mine,
My children would be healthy and doing just fine,
They’d be in the garden playing outside,
They’d be learning and singing full of pride,
Their smiles would lighten my every day,
But now I am in eternal hell, because I had to pay,
The price for all the wretched cowards,
Who forced this upon me from their ivory towers,
Who created this hell which stole my life,
Who opened our borders and offered the knife,
To slice away at all we have,
Then scowl at me that I am bad,
Bad to cry and bad to mourn,
To never over-come the loss of those who are born,
To the people of our lands,
Where our grieving is practically banned,
Because whilst everyone else kneels at the graves,
I cannot over-come, how mine could have been saved,
And whilst others are comforted and shown mercy too,
I weep in the shadows, silent and blue,
Looking at the people in bewildered shock,
As they walk right past me as one heartless block,
They walk past the roads of murderous deaths,
They walk through the buildings and clutch to what’s left,
Never looking at what I lost,
My children’s lives are worthless to them, they’re just ignored and tossed,
To the side, as here I sit in the dark and cry,
In my house of silence, with no goodbye,
If only I chose something different that day,
My babies wouldn’t have had to pay,
For the crimes of all the wretched cowards,
Hurting more and more children by the hour,
And so I suffer until my last breath,
I have nothing now. I have nothing left.
And not even old photos can ease the pain,
Nothing can ever be the same,
Because the images will not go away,
The torturous images are here to stay,
It wasn’t nature who caused their death,
It was a choice by cowards. It is their theft!
Their theft of my children! Their theft of my life!
The theft of their futures so bright!
And now all I see is blood and despair,
And the screams and the bodies thrown up in the air,
The shattered pieces and plunge of the knife!
Oh God just take me from this hell of a life!
So...
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