It’s a twisty kind of racism
With a built-in mechanism
Of obfuscation and denial
Aren’t you the clever one
Striking from behind a cloak of invisibility
You paint us as being all-powerful
Preying on the innocent
The world our victim
Framing us as the uber racists
Thereby justifying our genocide
As a means of achieving peace
And the reason your lies take hold
Is because they are the reverse of Truth
Activating millennia of hatred and persecution
The lust for our blood
It’s an old story with a new spin
Leveraging buzzwords like colonialism and occupation
It’s the ultimate PR coup
As you point a finger
And accuse us of controlling the media
It’s perfect irony
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