Replacing the British [poem]

A street scene in England

A street scene in England

Great Britain, land of high renown,
Is now sadly, slowly, turning brown;
A nation of free men, and of lords,
Is being replaced by Third World hordes

From India, Pakistan, here they come,
“Bring them all in” is the rule of thumb;
Special treatment they’re often given,
While British from their homes are driven

The Pakistani groomers got a free pass,
As whites are considered Second Class;
The police were told to avert their eyes,
To ignore the white girls’ awful cries

Muslims in Brune Street, Spitalfields, East London

Muslims in Brune Street, Spitalfields, East London

Where the British once held every acre,
Now there’s blacks here from Jamaica;
Rich Arabs are buying up our shops,
All the foreign takeover never stops

The Great Replacement is now occurring
Although opposition is finally stirring;
Across the land a brown stain is spreading,
And people can see where this is heading

In cities where the Brits would meet
There’s now brown faces in the street —
In areas where the Replacement hit
You can play a game of “Spot the Brit”

Muslims outside the Woolwich Mosque, South-East London

Muslims outside the Woolwich Mosque, South-East London

The Globalists do control us now,
To their nasty agenda we must bow;
To replace the British is their aim —
“Mohammad” is here a common name

The Establishment is really anti-white
And so they cause our awful plight;
They have a goal, a terrible plan,
To re-make the world for a new brown man

English, Welsh, Irish, and Scots,
Are starting now to connect the dots;
We must fight back, for our kin —
As our people’s future we must win.

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