The Little Dhimmi inhabits an ugly, sinister, solitary void
One where hate is adopted and logic destroyed
He is wrong! As wrong as Obama is the new messiah
He represents what it means to be a hate-filled Jeremiah
I laugh at his ignorance as he stands and stares at the sun
For in his hate and his lies his whole life comes undone
Yet I feel for Little Dhimmi as he sits in the rain
Praying that the liberal socialist utopia will remain
He has lived the lie of liberalism most of his life
I have seen it from a distance as it causes him strife
I often wonder to myself when he’ll see this dumb schlock
A soul tormented as reality passes him by like an aging clock
The reason I write this is simple and true
Little Dhimmi’s my brother so what can I do
The truth is important for all who would seek
But a brother is special so why is he so weak
I’ll stand by my brother knowing he’s not in the light
Loyalty is hoping that tomorrow he’ll wake from his night
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