Sherbet.

Have you seen the lands? A prostitute visited by ferrying merchants and traders, trod upon, spat at and left alone in the times of scurrying daybreak. As she cries, she weeps and she mourns for respect reciprocated. Her sisters are none for she is a bastard child from the brainwave of humanity's most misused value. Unity.

Separatist ideologies aside. Where is our countrymen's pride? Or can there by any, since we come from diversificated lands and all we've known is to tolerate and reserve ourselves. Our country is now overrun by foreigners who claim our jobs as their rights and our primed land as stools for graceful establishment. Our heads have been pushed under the water, under the marking level of normalcy, under the equations of indignant standards.

Our elderly often have no seats on the transport systems because these vermin pests claim these seats as their own, with the cunning pretention of slumber. Our elderly, our forefathers and representatives of our history are treated as though they were simple minded creatures who deserved no respect whatsoever.

Our local women crave the attention of these aryan falsities, pigs of men. Who taste their wares and throw them into the gutter. They have sold us a culture that have only begun reprimanding us now. We have greedily taken serving after serving and now, the consequences are borne into fetuses and placed in the womb of our wives.

Our people have become infiltrated and set fire upon, when will you see the smoke? The burning stench of moral decay and this false absolution.

The solution is simple. Rid the vermin pests and have strength in your arms and the elder spirits inside you arise within and control your weakened limbs. I will be your flag, we must rid this vermin apocalypse and regain the control that we have lost ourselves.