They march, they march, they march
Against imagined slights
Their lives are almost perfect so
They're out there picking fights
They're easily offended
They're always waging war
They wear the mask of the oppressed
And play at being poor
They think that they're so moral
They think that they're so brave
But all they really want to do
Is put love in the grave
But all they really do is
Project their guilt and shame--
Cry-bully racists who oppose
Themselves think you're the same
They hate free speech, propose
New segregation rules--
These racists against racism
Are dangerous and fools
And so they march, they march--
They march against a ghost
Of history they keep alive,
For they love hate the most
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