They seek not recognition,
only abolition.
Their armour shining bright, a
clandestine K.K.K all in white.
Majority oppressed, minority reigns,
natural resources raped, while childred regress.
Autonomous anonymous, no vote; people emaciated.
W.A.S.P and proud, incognito; no emancipation.
They; workship tyrany, avarice and wealth.
Stole a birthright with stealth.
Poisoned all breathern to be covetous.
"OBAIR MACHT SEIT FREI" their last hope.
Let's play eighteen, not nine. And
after have a drink and good time.
They are where they belong: at home.
G.O.L.F and the clubhouse they will never know.
