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Columbus did wake one morn in fourteen ninety-two,
“What do the sons of Japheth now need? By God new lands!”
So thus sailed Cortes and Pizzaro the ocean blue,
And empires they mastered in the palm of their hands.
A century thence heeded Smith and Winthrop the call,
And Old Virginny and Massachusetts were so born,
Possessing good blood and pure Christian piety all,
Nature’s hardship and Indian brute savage did they scorn!
In freezing Yankee forest and scorching Dixie swamp,
Labor, blood, sweat, and tears civilization gave birth,
The noble frontiersman did spite all comfort and pomp,
When ease fell on the East they looked to the West’s rich earth.
Awakened blood memories sent West the frontier carts,
From Ireland to China their kinsmen had done it,
For White world mastery did ancestors play their parts,
Fulfilled traditions of Roman and Viking with grit.
The boldest blood of Europe to America went,
For the sacred conquest of continents did they come,
From naught built a New World for kin’s posterity meant,
Never looking back to the ancient lands they sailed from.
Centuries of barbarian race warfare were waged,
But every fierce foe was in the ground forever put,
Against holy civility were Red men enraged,
Be they Pequot, Seminole, Comanche, or Blackfoot.
Why this ancestral immolation do we neglect?
Gored are our streets by slave and foreign savage the same!
All that death so another foe would our face dissect?
And the cowards throw upon our ancestors the blame!
This wild Berserker nation, this young Varangian Guard,
Did they have to massacre their kinsmen for the Yid?
With furious heroism did unknowingly their race scarred,
Again Gettysburg or Belleau may God forbid.
How dare we damn memories of every ancestor?
Their blood which cries from the ground is not insult enough?
Does vengeance our forefathers demand for this fester!
Oh this apathy that plagues us – treasonous guff!
Let not foes’ lies of their massacres be the portrayal,
From Jamestown’s Indian hell to the fed’s Ruby Ridge,
And every criminal, traitor, and coward’s betrayal,
May regret their deeds hanging from each lamppost and bridge!
When the tyrants came to steal their wealth and all they had,
To their graves did our forbearers have them sent,
And yet in a tyranny infinitely more bad,
We servile cowards kneel at their crimes and consent!
How can it be Warren and Hale were martyred for naught?
The softened mass now thinks none of tyranny that reigns,
Hell’s devil with worldly comforts has every soul bought,
As they fly the flag and mouth heroes’ words from their chains.
Where has the blood of Henry, Crockett, and Lee all gone?
Where are our ears when our folk the enemy doth strike?
Is Aryan America dead and to be redrawn?
It cannot be! Impale the tyrant’s head on a spike!
HANG EM HIGH