Jailbird

 

Zionist brownshirts in-waiting

For their tried and true jailbird

Just as abroad they will kill Christians 

Thrown in with Woke and Muslim herds

Put them in a uniform 

And murder disappears

March in and take another’s land

While death grins ear-to-ear

Then come back home and face-to-face

With the enemies you made

The NGO’s that march them through 

Collude with “Yes Sir” slaves

When the dollar goes the weeds will grow

Fire hazards all around 

The cities first, the suburbs next

They’ll burn them to the ground 

The brownshirts keep the fear alive

Before the troops come in

But they will learn with great surprise 

When chains are put on them

What they fail to understand 

Is that they also will be purged

After serving their vile purpose

Killing more for their jailbird