Not In Our Name

When Britons gather round the flag,
Some migrants from hotels to drag,
Or, citing British values, aim
To whiten streets with cleansing flame,
Yet make a dreadful vulgar fuss -
They absolutely are not us.

Those paunchy thugs, that purple crew
In foreign swastika tattoo;
Those heinous hijackers of hate
That's proper and legitimate;
Those rioters with gammon face
Stand not among our master race.

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