Quell those Muslims in the Vater-
land, like Ferdie’s Kampf Granada.
1492: the Spain king
decreed that no Moors (or Jews) would be remaining.

Guy is liking a host Whitey;
than Le Pen, MUCH more far right he.
If he should become the winner,
I wonder whom he’ll pick for his neo-Himmler?
He is a consummate hater,
who’s trumped his role as race-baiter;
yet of his butt, some are kissy!
On his lip soon will be a patch of hair bristly.
A xenophobe. . .others scare him.
A demagogue, so beware him.
He’ll tell you, he’s a real smarty--
represents what’s become of the Grand Old Party
(would have been right at home in the Nazi party).

Send them home, the Muslims; Vater-
land says, “No!” And, “Wetbacks: ‘nada’!”
This crazy
gives the sane quite a scare. . .
even more fright’ning than his hair.
Send them home,
all the Hispanic girls and boys.
Jews? Well, OK. But better, goys.
He won’t send them away—
not now. But then one day. . . ?
(With puffed-up puss, “yuge” bray,
he sounds/looks like Il Duce.)

Here in Vaterland, no Muslims!
Every single mosque needs muzzlin’.
Once they’re gone, no one will miss ’em,
but until he can kick ’em out, he’ll just diss ’em.

Under min’rets, they are wailing;
all Muezzin should get jailing
for that pray call.
He’ll not let ’em
in, and those who are here now—he will eject ’em
(and the country will be f**ked if we elect ’im).
(Many demented abettors,
some of whom don’t even know alphabet letters.)