Hate rioted running amok
Screaming for civil war
Attacking police who held the line
Mindless thugs, fiendish hounds
Terrifying streets of Britain
Howling fury with need to destroy
Wanting immigrants hunted down
Despising those of different colour
Race, creed, religion and politics
Forced from blessed Isle shores.
They shall not break democracy
Standing firm against them
Paying price for infamy
With long prison sentences
Where in cells they regret
Fury of words and actions.
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