A“I Hate The West” version one, Lyrics by Sarah Wilkinson
[VERSE ONE] I hate the west. I hate the men with balding crests, thinning grey hair and the power obsessed. [VERSE TWO] Feigning dementia to fabricate leadership, Using their platform for real estate dealership lip service wheelership, spitting out washington mealy mouthed bullyshit. [CHORUS] While we watchers heave at the blood curdling insanity, of what was once our humanity. Save your vanity, Mr. U.N., your false warnings of calamity, you care not for this planet, for me... this is the end.
Prompt: Grim Reaper, chubby businessmen salivating, U.S. Dollars, Palestinian Flag
“I Hate The West” version two, Lyrics by Sarah Wilkinson
[VERSE ONE] I hate the west. I hate the men with balding crests, thinning grey hair and the power obsessed. [VERSE TWO] I hate the bods in their Sunday best, singing hymns of glory to a God, they secretly despise, fantasize, criminalize, so the Middle East is euthanized. [CHORUS] While we watchers heave at the blood curdling insanity, of what was once our humanity. Save your vanity, Mr. U.N., your false warnings of calamity, you care not for this planet, for me... this is the end.
“I Hate The West” version three, Lyrics by Sarah Wilkinson
[VERSE ONE] I hate the west. I hate the men with balding crests, thinning grey hair and the power obsessed. [VERSE TWO] I hate the Douglas Murray's cowering in tanks, saluting the ranks, lying into the mic like underhand skanks, those BBC planks who know the truth but won't tell it, just fake it, make it up and then sell it. [CHORUS] While we watchers heave at the blood curdling insanity, of what was once our humanity. Save your vanity, Mr. U.N., your false warnings of calamity, you care not for this planet, for me... this is the end.
“I Hate The West” version four, Lyrics by Sarah Wilkinson
I hate the men with balding crests, thinning grey hair and the power obsessed. [VERSE TWO] I hate the women that look like Kamala Harris, or the half hearted feminists or the Margaret thatchers who called Nelson Mandela a terrorist ..and hailed apartheid, weaponised it, maximised it, sat with the israelis signing bomb contracts to finalise it. [CHORUS] While we watchers heave at the blood curdling insanity, of what was once our humanity. Save your vanity, Mr. U.N., your false warnings of calamity, you care not for this planet, for me... this is the end.
“I Hate The West” version five, Lyrics by Sarah Wilkinson
[VERSE ONE] I hate the west. I hate the men with balding crests, thinning grey hair and the power obsessed. [VERSE TWO] I hate the men in suits who give no hoots and work at Elbit, the place of Hellbit, that bombs kids, revels in it, to blast out, bombard and cast out Gaza. [CHORUS] While we watchers heave at the blood curdling insanity, of what was once our humanity. Save your vanity, Mr. U.N., your false warnings of calamity, you care not for this planet, for me... this is the end.
“I Hate The West” version six, Lyrics by Sarah Wilkinson
[VERSE ONE] I hate the west. I hate the men with balding crests, thinning grey hair and the power obsessed. [VERSE TWO] I hate the poppy that says it remembers the dead, as tears are shed, while killing ever more children, turning them red, in their bed, while sleeping, unknowing their souls are leaving. blood seeping, crying and weeping for help that never comes, just more war drums, money and profit and yeah cough it, that racist hate for anything not Ukrainian, or anyone darker than this side of the Mediterranean. [CHORUS] While we watchers heave at the blood curdling insanity, of what was once our humanity. Save your vanity, Mr. U.N., your false warnings of calamity, you care not for this planet, for me... this is the end.
“I Hate The West” version seven, Lyrics by Sarah Wilkinson
[VERSE ONE] I hate the west. I hate the men with balding crests, thinning grey hair and the power obsessed. [VERSE TWO] I hate the governments who haw haw at the poor poor and sign the papers to arrest the labourers who advocate peace, and feast on profits of munitions and lease the reaper to destroy the east, to genocide the keepers of humanity, who strive to save the sanity of the west. [CHORUS] While we watchers heave at the blood curdling insanity, of what was once our humanity. Save your vanity, Mr. U.N., your false warnings of calamity, you care not for this planet, for me... this is the end.
“I Hate The West” version eight, Lyrics by Sarah Wilkinson
[VERSE ONE] I hate the west. I hate the men with balding crests, thinning grey hair and the power obsessed. [VERSE TWO] Left in ruins so the oil can be thieved, stolen gas retrieved, and white lives relieved to live warmer, ignore the Palestinian trauma that even the coroners won't believe, let alone grieve. [CHORUS] While we watchers heave at the blood curdling insanity, of what was once our humanity. Save your vanity, Mr. U.N., your false warnings of calamity, you care not for this planet, for me... this is the end.
How do we save the people of Gaza when western so-called leaders are complicit, 2-faced & by choice, on the wrong side: ‘I hate the west’ by me pic.twitter.com/njQcYac3vs
— Sarah Wilkinson (@swilkinsonbc) October 22, 2024
I hate the west, I hate the men with balding crests, thinning grey hair and the power obsessed. Feigning dementia to fabricate leadership, Using their platform for real estate dealership lip service wheelership, spitting out washington mealy mouthed bullyshit. I hate the Douglas Murray's cowering in tanks, saluting the ranks, lying into the mic like underhand skanks, those BBC planks who know the truth but won't tell it, just fake it, make it up and then sell it. I hate the women that look like Kamala Harris, or the half hearted feminists or the Margaret thatchers who called Nelson Mandela a terrorist ..and hailed apartheid, weaponised it, maximised it, sat with the israelis signing bomb contracts to finalise it. I hate the men in suits who give no hoots and work at Elbit, the place of Hellbit, that bombs kids, revels in it, to blast out, bombard and cast out Gaza. I hate the white man, said Roy Harper, i hate the man who set him loose, who invented the noose to lynch the people who cried injustice. I hate the poppy that says it remembers the dead, as tears are shed, while killing ever more children, turning them red, in their bed, while sleeping, unknowing their souls are leaving. blood seeping, crying and weeping for help that never comes, just more war drums, money and profit and yeah cough it, that racist hate for anything not Ukrainian, or anyone darker than this side of the Mediterranean. I hate the governments who haw haw at the poor poor and sign the papers to arrest the labourers who advocate peace, and feast on profits of munitions and lease the reaper to destroy the east, to genocide the keepers of humanity, who strive to save the sanity of the west, I hate the bods in their Sunday best, singing hymns of glory to a God, they secretly despise, fantasise criminalise, so the Middle East is euthanised. Left in ruins so the oil can be thieved, stolen gas retrieved, and white lives relieved to live warmer, ignore the Palestinian trauma that even the coroners won't believe, let alone grieve, while we watchers heave at the blood curdling insanity, of what was once our humanity. Save your vanity, Mr. UN, your false warnings of calamity, you care not for this planet, for me.. this is the end.
