WHITE SLAVES OF EUROPE

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We’re not so very different,

From what was long ago,

The harvest then the people,

Our own the cruellest foe,

They shipped us off to colonies,

Indentured, exiled, slaves,

Their gulag and plantations,

They worked us to our graves.

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Nothing much has changed, alas,

There are us and them that rule,

We’re still on their plantations,

Their hearts are just as cruel.

And tricks today are no different,

Our masters are still unjust,

Again, we slaves must work until,

Our graves turn us to dust.

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Europe is our Gulag,

Our masters stay the same,

And we must carry out their will,

But never say their name;

Now bows must fight the barons,

Their slime trails lined with gold,

There’s not a lot of difference when,

There’s a need for men who are bold.

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PATRIOTIC POETRY OF MICHAEL WALSH

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