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Xmas Thoughts
Ah! Christmas has come around once again And so few days of the old year remain... World events now seem to be gath'ring speed. The happy corn grows weary, as the weed Invades the field and slowly sucks away The life force that nurtures it day by day.
While the seasons, blessed with rebirth, Follow in endless circles, on mother Earth Men, good and bad, play their roles on life's stage. The bad grow more evil and bold with age And lead the good ones in a merry dance Telling them that all's the result of chance.
The relentless struggle to just survive Consumes ev'ry minute that we're alive, And people are blissfully unaware Of the cunning Machiavellian snare That gnaws away at their cherish'd freedom And dulls their racial instinct and wisdom.
And yet my Race had, but for a season, An opportunity to see reason; But the weeds had already taken hold And the corn's will to resist had grown cold... Now it's perhaps too late to start anew As those who understand are but a few.
As I grow older and look around me, And ponder on the things that I now see Mixed feelings of hopelessness and despair, Buried so deep I didn't even know were there, Rise up from the core of my inner being And I curse those who look without seeing.
I don't care what people will say or think, I cannot keep quiet while my people sink Into the turbid waters of slavery Still believing, poor fools, that they are free. To whatever God there may be on high And who'll listen, I send this plaintiff cry:
"Wake up, Oh God, from Your comatose sleep And help my Race who, like a flock of sheep, Are being led by their treacherous leaders, In the pay of those ancient deceivers, Straight to the New World Order abattoir Where kosher products take preference, by far."
But should the only God in Heaven be The one who is revered by world Jewry Then, I'm afraid, we have already lost And together we shall shoulder the cost... It will be hell on earth, I kid you not, Yahweh's fierce flames, I hear, can get real hot.
A.V. Fenton Empangeni, December 2002 |