Internet Shutdown Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

internet shutdown
restrict communication
a threat to the crown
voice o' proletarian
be a peasant make no sound
free speech not for you
toil the fields till black and blue
human cattle moo
expose the globalist plan
their secret information
they'll lose anyway
won't hold the dragon at bay
artful dodgers they

eye o' the tiger does shine
for now it will be their time
sino-russ too strong
within the power Vulcan
this is our swan song
criminally negligent
with malicious intent
we have been sold out
by these scallywags and louts
leaders we have nout
blind and greedy malcontents
destroyed all the continents
our heritage gone
burnt by the communist scum
so called chosen ones
our demise a certainty
double crossed by royalty
with no chivalry
but want us to die for thee
so ungratefully
they say they're too big to fail
as if they're the holy grail
such a tragic tale
the sun sets on the empire
for soon to expire
they build are funeral pyre
higher and higher the fire
our way o' life torched
anglo saxon flames do scorch
succumb to their torts
our death they do celebrate
for them will be the next wake
can you blame my hate
for their wars, pillage and rape
which they do create
yet revenge will be so sweet
the reaper they cannot cheat
black nobility
with a jewish ancestry
merge completely
to become one family
who betrayed our history
teutonic knight gone
usurped by Talmudic sons
where will you go now zion
only one place left heaven

license the server
criminalize the user
one mass media
democratic dictator
the Gutenberg press outlawed
words greater than swords
the powers that be press pause
fear the rebel cause
a free people they do hate
they'll never let you escape
renaissance does come
enlightens everyone
yes, but for how long