No Victory Day when the Genocide is NOW
The Nazis were defeated in war
their ideologies simmered
germinated in the wombs of today's monsters
many may not know
Zionists and Nazis held hands in the dark
they kissed and collaborated
now the Zionists carry the flag
changed the color not the atrocities
playing the victim
while they dance and slaughter
an army in diapers, while they kill your daughters
today's Zionists
condemned by the true Jews of the land
liberate the Gaza camp NOW
Hitler dead, camps liberated
Justice arrived for those the West hated
Germany squirmed at what the shocked world saw
The Third Reich’s militia seized and declawed…
80 years later, Jew-hatred’s returned
All the Arabs and Iran do nothing but yearn
For the day when the Jews are gassed once again
Today’s Nazis intend to finish what Hitler began
If you want to achieve it,
You just have to believe it
But remember-Rome
Wasn’t built in a day.
You’ve got to go to it,
Have faith you can do it
And keep all those doubts at bay.
Take disappointments
Squarely on the chin.
Don’t be discouraged
DON’T GIVE IN -
Rome wasn’t built that way.
But with courage through
Trial and tribulation
You can reach a point
Of celebration
And so have your victory day.
My freedom, my interactivity,
I owe to you and your stickability,
Tho’ you be dead and dumb to me,
You have a voice in my vocality.
The cemeteries and the epitaphs,
Are the courage and valour graphs,
Defining the mechanism, the paths,
Of the affirming victory day laughs.
I do not patronise the direct benefit,
Of remembering our heroes, the fit,
Because they did conquer and out wit,
Communism, death the Nazi’s pit.
Near to me through my late RAF dad,
Through his terror and in the hell he’d had;
It was for us that they were deeply mad,
Intent on life by ending Nazism bad.
Thankful for this November time of year,
It's a time to appreciate those near,
To ISIS, to the enemies that we fear,
So that we can live and love clear.
Mothers and daughters to the factory floor
The country's in trouble we're off to War
All the young men in battle over there
Everyone pitchs in to do their own share
Can we find meaning for what seems insane?
Tools for destruction we help build the planes
In the end so many men will be lost
Families destroyed but a piece of the cost
The goal is freedom paid for with young lives
Children orphaned, mothers no longer wives
Nineteen fortyfive our victory day
Row upon row all the dead soldiers lay
Still it seems we repeat mistakes from the past
We thought that our lessons were made to last
Peace temporary we keep going back
We can't claim truth if it's us who attack
I’m rebelling...
With my heart and soul
With every single fiber of my being
I’m rebelling...
Against all the rules and norms
Against customs and forms
Against all policy
Against all hierarchy
Against institutions
Against constitutions
Against all oppression
Against all suppression
Against every dogma
Against propaganda
I’m rebelling...
I want to break free
I want to be me
I want to soar
I want to know more
I want to leave behind
Those things that bind
I'm in rebellion's full swing
There's no ruler or king
I will join the fight
Press on with full might
Been your captive too long
I've forgotten my song
You closed my body in
Mind control is your sin
I’ll tear down your cell
Or else burn in hell
I was born to be free
Stop chaining me!
It's in my soul
Freedom’s my goal
Don't stand in my way
It's victory day!
It's a Victory Day,
It's a Holiday of our Country,
Dance: we are free and genious
Citizens of Art and Dancing
City where my father and my
Mother married many years ago,
We are free, my little girl,
Free and happy boys and girls
From the little town of Joy,
From the West of Fest
Is also the beautiful country,
Music:
Sing my baby song and rest,
Have a good time,
Smile and dance,
Shania is merry
With a cowboy and are married
Now
In the new sense of a holiday
Of all our Big Love
As the happy people say!