The Guilty Lib’rals of the White

They live their lives in cottages and often on a hill
They mix with all the inhabitants and are never still
While marching up and down and saying how they feel
Others look at them but can’t see the hate they conceal
The pleasures of this hate is what they always write
For hate is their game - these guilty lib’rals of the white

They rant and rave and live among those they truly hate
Pointing fingers to and fro and never talking straight
Its all your fault there are problems in the land
Twas the great grandfather and his evil hand
He caused the evil and the current ugly blight
This great grandfather - guilty lib’ral of the white

The hatred fills their bellies while in weariness and pain
They crawl around the floor asking forgiveness once again.
When the white stars in the dark shines upon their oval eyes
They yell and shout their hate as they spread their stupid lies
“It is all our fault, see! - the stars say we are right.”
Putrid faces turned on high - these guilty lib’rals of the white
     
For them there’s no racism in what they say and think
It’s all their guilty trips that make them smile and wink
We’re the only ones, who really care about these folks
The guy who wrote this crap is trying for a hoax.
They will move among the folks they want to incite,
Priding themselves for being guilty lib’rals of the white

The folks they truly hate are the ones who give them guilt
So they stomp upon their rights and force them all to wilt
Their smiles and money flow as long as folks all vote
For the lib’ral white candidates of whom I wrote
You see it’s not about the care or the desire do what’s right,
It’s all about appeasing - the guilty lib’rals of the white