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Sharia Law

 As the British general election looms some weak kneed tossers can't walk 200 yards to vote. It's too much like hard work for them. They of course will moan the loudest when things don't go the way they want.

I hear a lot of folk complaining
I didn’t vote ‘cos it was raining
No one to look after Jack my pet
I didn’t want him getting wet

Their right to vote was bought with blood
And whining won’t do any good
I want to scream and them and say
I remember one blazing sunny day

We soldiers guarded a mile long queue
Of ordinary folk like me and you
Who came before dawn to stand all day
Just so they could have a say

Use it or lose it is what I fear
And the time to choose is drawing near
One day you may wake up with a jolt
We’ll have Sharia law by our crass default
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