Hey Sweden, your folk are tall and fair, yet ugly and unfair!: A poem 

(Do you think Western Europe will be redeemed by Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery to sabotage me? Do you know where all of you will end up in eternity? Are all Western Europe’s crimes going to come back against them in time?) 

Hey Sweden! Your people are tall and fair 

with souls, all too ugly, wicked and unfair 

Ask Olof Palme who has, posthumously, learnt that psalm 

that your sham of a Nobel Peace Prize is fit for vitriolic charm 

 A long time ago, as a journalist I wrote with dispassionate gait 

a book review that was titled: Sweden loves to hate! 

Now, I know, I simply wouldn’t debate 

that Swedes are the cheapest of the cheapskates   

May the Sun go so far as to rot your gums 

And Stockholm become an ocean of slums 

Would you then prefer that your thumbs 

poison my creative Coke and rum? 

Would you take the flight (of treachery) to Ireland? 

And ask the EU if it deserves (and is morally obliged) to disband? 

Western Europe’s crimes against humanity have never been its remorseful concern! 

But other foreigners’ alleged misanthropy, you think you have the right to call culpable and shun!