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Three Racist Trolls

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There's a little village deep in Missouri
Among the pines is Ferguson
And there on a Tuesday morning
Gentle Giant stole some smokes

All the traffic lights were turning
In the small Missouri town
In the midst of street was walking
Was the Gentle Michael Brown
Then the traffic complication
Drew attention from the law
Hints of racist accusation,
Lead to claims of premeditation
Started with his little shove

There's a little village deep in Missouri
Among the pines is Ferguson
And there on a Tuesday morning
Gentle Michael Brown was shot

All the Quicki Marts were burning,
Was a great day full of strife
Cause the chants that they were chanting
Were for Michael's loss of life
In the midst of conflagration
Preyed on big screens that were here
Led to business's cremations,
T'was a bacchanal celebration
And their hearts were filled with beer

There's a little village deep in Missouri
Among the pines is Ferguson
And there on a Monday morning
Michael Brown was laid away

Just as Al Sharpton's speaking
In the small Missouri town
T'was racism that he was blaming
For the death of Michael Brown
Said a lack of integration
Needs help from Eric Holder
To stop this damn racist nation
And here comes Jessie Jackson
To spread this funeral pyre

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Comrade Groucho~~~Again, I am struck by the genius of your mind. Excellent. This harkens back memories of music I heard as a child.

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"Little Bammy Blew His Horn"

There's a White House hiding schemes from The People
Among the swamp land that once was
And there on his lazy morning
Little Bammy blew his horn

No more chapel bells were ringing
Only Muzzie calls to prayer
And the ‘Adhan' they were calling
Was for Bammy's Allah now

No more little congregations
Prayed for guidance from above
Just the mandatory summons
By the ‘muezzin' loudspeakers
Guided by Islamic nuts

There's a White House hiding schemes from The People
Beside the fountain and foxglove
And with twenty more vacations
Bammy took our laws and shoved

No more chapel bells were ringing
Was a sad day in our lives
‘Cause we long now for our freedom
Not for Bammy and his wife

No more little congregations
Prayed for guidance from above
Just the mandatory summons
It's Allah or cut your throats
May our lives be saved from them

From the White House hiding schemes from The People
Obama waged war on us all
His drones winged their way by sevens
Bammy bleeds our country dry

Not one lonely bell was ringing
In our once great country now
‘Twas a farewell that Conservatives
Warned against this Bammy, wow

No more little congregations
Prayed for guidance from above
And we long now for our freedom
Not for Bammy or his kingdom
Please pray for God's Special Lovehttps://

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Comrade Groucho, thanks for the memories.

Comrade Callmelennie, I hope I correctly used a couple of words that I was not familiar with, in attempting to rewrite this song.

Yes Comradina, your transliteration ducks are all in order; extra credit for knowing that the middle consonant in "Muezzin", not to mention the first consonant in "Adhan" is in fact the velarized "dhod"* as opposed to the non-velarized "dhall"* -- whatever dhe Farouq dhat means. (Possible explanation below)

And now, to the business at hand, which is my own contribution, "Three Race Trolls" a merry little round that we can all sing in the fields as we finalize our August beet production quotas



Three race trolls
Three race trolls
See what they've done
See what they've done
They came to Missouri to stir up some strife
A cop shot a kid just to save his own life
Have you ever seen such PC in your life
As three race trolls



*(Velarization -- a linguistic feature of South Asian languages not seen at all in English, caused by pressing the tongue down against the bottom of the mouth, which creates what is described in English as a "hard" consonant sound. The "dh" in Adhan is actually the sound of "th" as used in the word "The" .. except dhat it's velarized, of course)


 
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