Right wing trolls like freedom of speech,
But fascists don’t practise what they’re keen to preach,
Alt right sites like hitting people’s triggers,
But they get highly uptight if you call them bigots,
Fools in school pick fights with others,
But when the bigger kids give ‘em shit they cry to their mothers,
Right wing parties like to push your buttons,
But call one of them a Nazi, they don’t like it up ‘em.
Right, there’s this myth being distributed, don’t know if you’ve encountered it,
About political correctness, how there’s an oppressive amount of it,
And those getting offended are inevitably left-wing,
And they whinge like bitches about the littlest things,
While the shining white knights of the – alt-right, is it?
That’s the new name for fascists now, just in case you’d missed it
They’re all reasonable people with robust self-esteem,
Simply exercising their right to freedom of speech,
Now, my one issue with this description, and it’s only a trifle
Is it’s about as accurate as Stevie Wonder with a sniper rifle
Right, I don’t know how many hours ago you fuckers were born,
But the right wing’s always had a huge thing for its outrage porn, like,
What the fuck’s the Daily Mail if not perpetually offended,
At the appalling barbarity to which the left has descended,
There was a green mohican on a Winston Churchill statue
Take a joke, you thin-skinned little reactionary prat, you…
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Also, let’s get a less subjective sense of perspective,
And inspect the very selective heavily-edited collective
Memory, in fact, let’s go back to the end of the seventies,
The golden era of punk and John Noakes and Dick Emery,
In suburban South Essex, which was fucking horrendous,
Imagine Waiting For Godot featuring the cast of EastEnders, anyway,
Where I was brought up, most brown people I met had got
Used to getting bricks through t he window and shit through the letterbox,
And the smirk of authority when they were hurt and attacked
Blind eyes to the fighting, all washed hands and turned backs.
And if you were non-white-British and you saw a George Cross flying
In a pub window, you knew that was a pub you might die in,
And family entertainment was violent racist policemen
Drunk drivers, who thump wives but they’re brave and they’re decent
Protecting the structural integrity of our cultural identity,
Pre-emptively punching anybody of a different colour or heritage,
You never knew what direction to expect it from next, always
Set to detect potential threats to your neck,
Yes, things have got better, but many still remember
When it was questioning prejudice that’d get you far worse than censored,
So just know, re: free speech, when you’re moaning on, vexed at
Anyone who dares question a comment’s context,
If you want the right to spit bigotry in the victim’s faces,
Don’t fucking whine hypocritically when someone calls you a racist.
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