(fully inspired by Dominic Behan's Patriot Game, movingly sung by Liam Clancy - I find myself compelled to add an "extra third" to the four lines of each verse, givng five - it will be rather awkward if I don't sing it accordingly to smooth it in...Liam forgive me!)
perennial students, SJW brats,
romantic keffiyehs 'round yon scrawny necks,
while ye "Che-revoluzzis" seek yer internet fame:
and I'll give my prognosis on the Antifa Game.
My name it is Kevin, or Marvin or Klaus -
or Jacki or Judy, whatever - who cares!
We're a new breed of rebels and we're hitting the streets,
still at home living off mommy - and our professors' aim
is to send us all out for the Antifa Game.
We may be from cities in the U.S. of A.
or Berlin or Hamburg, Munich or Marseilles,
Montreal, London, Sydney, Madrid - all the same:
We'll set ev'ry neighborhood business aflame
if they don't bow and buckle to the Antifa Game.
We're driven by drivel with arguments lame,
for to loathe our own country is a mark of no shame -
and to hate our own culture, smash everything down,
collective psychosis, materialist to the marrow:
for the Antifa Gamers there is no tomorrow.
In subsidized houses we can drink and get stoned,
as we come up with slogans, denunciations we hone,
no speeches of substance, just fact-free safe-space,
alone in great numbers we can always save face -
for the media attention's part of Antifa's Game.
We're on Soros' payroll, we've nothing to fear,
we know "all cops are bastards", we'll riot with cheer -
we'll bash Trump supporters, terrorize AfD,
just to go "fight the Nazis" wherever they be -
for us nothing's sacred, just the Antifa Game.
intimidate free speech and the right to speak out,
we're for free distribution of all we'd never made,
for to build and create is outside our concept -
but to stalk, mob and coerce for the Antifa Game.
We'll bring Communism, of this we are sure -
we'll convince through our tantrums and virtue signalling,
for "no person's illegal" - we don't need empathy,
just "abolish all borders, and let everyone in"!
We are nihilist in ethic, sociopathic to boot.
We've stormed on Pegida, Identitarians as well -
we've screamed against Trump and, like bats out of hell,
we'd laughed at their warnings, we'd jeered and we'd whooped,
disturbed and disrupted free debate and dispute -
but time proved us idiots, useful Antifa dupes.
One can't reach us with reason, we're a determined lot,
Antifa's anti-family, living off parents' support -
we don't actually give two shits about others' lives,
neither Blacks, gays nor women, nor anyone's rights - just our own,
we just use them to promote the Antifa Game.
Our nation, its children, its seniors, its poor
can all go to hell, for all that we care!
We want unchecked immigration, just not at our own door,
for the hoped ruination of all that spells order,
bring on Antifa chaos, with Antifa hoards.
We've not been alone though, we'd chosen our friends:
Muslim organizations, our comrades in arms!
We'll combat homophobics, Islamophobics too,
we'll hunt sexist Nazis and we'll boycott the Jews!
Together we'll hold forth, Antifallahu-akbar!
O ye Antifa brothers, or sisters, or neither -ye're all so gender-fluid, I can't tell ye apart!
There's something ye've forgotten, with my last dyin' words
I'll try to point out now to ye miserable turds:
The Antifa Game's up, for the Muslims have won.
Ye bought their taqiyya and ye shared in their hate.
Ye've worked FOR the System, claimed to be 'gainst the State -
ye've sown yer own deceit now, ye'll reap yer own fate:
ye'll all hang from the streetlamps - thank the new Caliphate,
which ye've helped, selling hijabs with yer Antifa Game.
ye're all dhimmis and kufar - never guessed what's at stake!
No patriots will save ye, ye wanted 'em gone!
Ye're all on yer own now, ye pathetic pawns!
Now see ye'selves die for yer Antifa Game.
our Islamic comrades have done slit me throat.
They may yet hack me head off, toss me off a high roof -
had ye only but listened, ye were all screaming too loud!
Now come take what ye've got coming, no more running about.
Would ye know who betrayed ye, well ye've no one to blame.
Just look in the mirror, through of course it's too late.
The patriots' real Resistance will take no stand for you -
ye've betrayed every value, everything that is true -
no "Christian salvation" for the Antifa Game.
Ye screamed at Pegida, terrorized AfD,
bashing Trump made ye happy, "relevant" and self-pleased!
All the warnings ye laughed at, of Islamisation -
and ye despised all nations, welcomed all "refugees" -
now ye'll pay for #NoBorders with blood, on your knees.
So hold out yer necks there, it will soon pass away:
your narcissistic aggression, your naiveté -
ye've brought yer own horror, never counted on that -
for a takbir with taqiyya ye sold yer lives cheap,
as ye sold out your own people for the Antifa Game.
*https://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/Patriot_Game.shtml
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