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Life in the Ghetto

 Life in the ghetto, London, Ontario.

Pretty on the surface, but here's the scenario

Diversity at its finest, a true pinnacle of lies

Families live in fear, the truth always dies


Reality is dangerous. The tyranny betrays us

Everyone's “Sus”. No good deed goes unpunished, 

Guilt by association like birds of a feather

Leaves children forever tarnished


No money, no food, no manners, no morals

Children raising children like Lord of the Flies

Violence and damage, which they place their laurels

Parents are too busy doing nothing. No help from home. No one tries


Cell phones, tablets, TV's, and games on the net

It's a brain drain, but don't sweat or fret

While our kids have the attention span of a goldfish, there's DRUGS

Free drugs for everyone! No need for hugs


We're drugging the kids, while the schools are indoctrinating

Sex Ed starts in Kindergarten. Groom them while they're young, don't be hating

You can be anything you want – A rainbow coloured unicorn. A bunny. A Van

Heck! Be the Joker while riding another human dressed like Batman


No love from home, electronics are the babysitter, 

A life coach, a guide, teaching kids to be bitter

Guiding them along the narrative of the left

Traditional families? Our customs? Of these we're bereft


What should children think? They are surrounded by bullshit,

Tik Tok, Twitter, Whatsapp, and Facetwit

All controlled by elitists who desire the destruction of nations.

 And the parents quit trying. This is just causation


Good is bad, black is white, white is bad, and hate the nation

That's what our kids learn – and in all the frustration

THEY are bad and everyone else is good. 

Combine all the lies with a developing mind, and throw them in the hood


It carries on, monkey see, monkey do.

Weapons? Spray paint? Profanity they threw

Boredom? Or resentment? Everyone failed the child

Smashing windows? No punishment for the reviled.


No attention span, no patriotism, no self-love, no respect.

Who knew participation medals leads to child neglect?

Enemies abroad see the weakness of the nation. 

Only a matter of time. Our comfort causes damnation.


Life is scary in the London ghetto.

Drugs, and violence run unchecked.

Children see this, and think it's normal.

How else should they think, when there's such a disconnect?


No solutions, no guidance.

Life in the hood is rough!

Keep your tongue in check, and watch yourself!

And you'll do well enough!


Yo! Ottawa! Your social experiments proved wrong,

and in some cases, immoral. 

Shame on you!


Strong men create good times. 

Good times create soft men. 

Soft men create weakness. 

Weakness breeds strong men.

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