Just Muslims - Poem by Randy McClave
Turn them all away,
Kick them all out (and pray) ,
Remember they all are Muslims;
They are not Christians (they are sinners)
And they are not Jews (or bread winners) ,
They are just nasty, filthy Muslims.
Tell them to cut off their beard
And uncover their faces (and their hair sheared) ,
Then tell them God's name is not Allah;
We say we are a great Christian nation
But, we are so scared (from creation) ,
So, let’s send them all to Guatemala.
Let's shut down our borders
Let's give them all a test (Government orders) ,
Then we can see how they are bread;
I heard they all rape women
And they enjoy killing children (the demon) ,
And they carry swords to cut off our head.
They do not celebrate my Christmas
Nor color Easter eggs (them I cuss) ,
And they don't see Christ as our Lord and savior!
They are coming to take our lives
All they care about are guns (swords and knives) ,
Not letting them in, would be to our favor.
They all are killers and terrorists
All they do is make bombs (with closed fists) ,
I have heard that on the television news;
They don't believe in the sanctity of life
They just infest and destroy (from rife) ,
I wonder? are they like Hitler’s Jews.
All Muslims they are evil
All Muslims should die (through their upheaval) ,
I wonder why God had created them;
We should kill them one and all
Just to end their disease (and their gaul) ,
Or me and you they will condemn.
Their children are their seed
They too are evil (they should not breed) ,
Band them all! I say that as well;
I don’t care if they grieve and cry
Let them all starve and suffer (and die) ,
Then we can send them all to hell.
Let's not listen to their tears
Let us ignore their pleas (and fears) ,
Remember, they all are just Muslims;
Let's send them all back to Syria
Then we can clear our conscience (our criteria) ,
As they are nothing, but nasty, filthy Muslims.
Randy L. McClave
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