Words (c) 1998 J. Eiler
Notes: I wrote this in response to a self-proclaimed 'racialist" in the Newsgroups. You can see the original thread in the Google Archive.
The poem itself is fairly immature - this was one of the first "awen" poems I wrote, and it took about 5 minutes. You can still see a real lack of form or polish. I never really intended for it to be sung, but it can be chanted, either a capella or to a harp - however, if you want to sing it, it does work (poorly) to the tune of "Al Alarc'h/Twa Corbies." It works equally well if you substitute "Jesus," or "Yahweh" for Wotan.
Now there are those we see of late, Who call on Wotan for their hate Of people strange, and far away, Indeed, for any not their own. They say that hate is Wotan's Way. They say that people hate them, too, "Because the words we say are true." They say their late leader is Great, For though he died a coward's death, He taught them how, and who, to hate. They say that those who do not hate Who they are told will share their fate. They say theirs is "The One True Way." They say that they will rule the world They say their "truth" holds all in sway. I say there's honor in respect, But hate of strangers I reject. I say that those who follow hate And tell their lies to justify, Are fools, deserving of their fate. Honor to those who honor earn, But skin-head posers honor spurn. I cannot see the path they walk, But this I know, as from the Gods, They have no place among the Folk. I seek my own path, and my way remains my own. I shall not pay The coin of cowards to my foe. I honor those who seek the truth, But hate I answer, even so.