Not Part Of The Plan Poem by David Welch

The Armenians are't wanted,
Christians in Muslim land,
we have to make Turkey for Turks,
they're not part of the plan.

The kulaks are class enemies,
hoarding all the best land,
it's fine to starve the productive,
they're not part of the plan.

The Jews have undermined us all,
this is an Aryan land,
gas them to build a brand new Reich,
they're not part of the plan.

We must make a Great Leap Forward,
make metal, not till land,
peasants may die, but we have more,
they're not part of the plan.

Let's take it back to Year Zero,
and reshape this whole land,
send tainted to the Killing Fields,
they're not part of the plan.

The unborn just get in the way,
don't need them in this land,
what's life compared to convenience?
They're not part of the plan.

These -istaphobic right-wingers
are blights upon our land,
let's kill the lie that is freedom,
they're not part of the—

Wait—hey, who gave them all guns? Oh shi—