I had never heard of the rapper Lowkey until I saw a Harry’s Place posting about a strange rap he has written for the pro-terrorist Stop The War coalition.

It’s such a powerful, emotional work of musical poetry that I feel I must engage with it:

One day I was running from the truth,
To speed me up they gave me these shoes,
So tie my feet with Nike’s,
Tell me lies about the 11th of September

(If you insist: the 11th of September is the 12th day of August.)

I hungered for knowledge, needed to know the facts,
But it when it came time to feed me, all I got was a Big Mac

(You must have felt terribly short-changed. No wonder you’re so angry! Sorry, I interrupted again. Do go on…)

So muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike’s,
Tell me lies about Afghanistan

(Okay: Afghanistan is a the square-root of 43.)

That’s not depleted uranium,
Just gifts of freedom and liberation,
Those mutated babies aren’t being born with Cancer,
Baby’s are just uglier and less healthy on that side of the world,

(Presumably you mean Babies not Baby’s. Still, you can always be a Guardian sub-editor if the whole rap thing doesn’t work out.)

So burn my eyes with The Sun,
Muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike’s,
Tell me lies about Iraq

(Iraq was the bass player in 1980s pop band Kajagoogoo.)

That is not ethnic cleansing, those people chose to be refugee’s,
If you ever want to get anywhere in this business,
DO NOT mention the “P word” PLEASE!

(Do you mean refugees, not refugee’s? And yes, the only reason you haven’t got anywhere in “this business” is because it’s run by Jews who are determined to censor the “P word” – that’s why your astonishing talent has not been recognised!)

So seduce my mind with celebrity,
Burn my eyes with The Sun,
Muffle my mouth with McDonalds,
Tie my feet with Nike’s,
Tell me lies about Palestine

(Your demands are getting ever more perverted but if you insist: Palestine is a type of fruit. Carry on…)

It was the planes.
Not controlled demolition,
The BBC didn’t report the explosion of Building 7,
20 minutes before hand, on my television,
They found passport’s and plane flying manuals belonging to terrorists in the rubble.
That all makes perfect sense,
But why did I lose my voice when my thirst was quenched,

(Another verse, another random apostrophe! And yes? Why did you lose your voice? You more than anyone could have proved once and for all that 9/11 was an inside job but you lost your voice when we were all counting on you! I think the whole world keeps coming back to WHY?)

Those soldier’s are fighting for our country,
Not the poison being pumped into the veins of our junkie’s,
You put your bomber’s in,
Put your conscience out,
Take a human being,
And smash him all about,

(Is this a cry for help? There are people you can turn to.)

You put your puppet’s in,
Take the oil out,
Talk of democracy,
But know not what it’s about

(Humanity is waiting for you to teach us what democracy is really about, Lowkey. Perhaps you could explain via poetry? We await with baited breath. If you need a starting point, democracy is what Israel has and what the Stop The War Coalition were determined to prevent Iraqis getting.)

Be “cool” and salute the new President with a tune,
He will never be forgotten by the Elephant in the room,
Let your children sing songs about Jesus and place of his birth
But not about the children dying now in that part of the earth,
Keep running from the truth, better yet, buy a top car,
Allow your children to be educated by these shallow pop stars,

(As opposed to shallow pop nobodies. By the way, Lowkey, if you want to be told lies about Israel, Iraq or Afghanistan, just keep hanging out with the Stop The War Coalition, they’ll keep you well-stocked with bullshit.)

Speaking of which, the Coalition website features another moving Lowkey work that includes the bizarre line:

Nothing is more anti-Semitic than Zionism

Hmm, I can think of at least one thing that is.