A poem by Kajyl of Stormfront.
Red, brown, black, yellow, and white
United together against "racist" blight
Happy cadences and flighty songs
Holding hands to right all wrongs
Marching in unison along the street
Shouting their challenges to all they meet
Surely they are our greatest friends
And would never use violence as a means to an end
Yet wait, look again, what they do is a lie
They speak sweet words with tears in their eyes
But compare what they do with what they preach
They coerce and manipulate all in their reach
Red, the color of their bloody soviet flag
Brown, the color of the crack-whore hag
Black, the color of their leaders' hearts
Yellow, the color of the world torn apart
White, the color of those being destroyed
Raped of jobs for the new brown employed
Education unjustly taken through "civil rights"
Told they're "guilty" to quell their fight
Their culture ripped apart by cultures foreign
From their westernness all apart by black "rap" torn
Told to "pimp their hos" and "sell some crack"
And to marry other races and "never go back"
True, there is good in black and bad in white
And even some vikings pillaged through night
Surely kindness may be given from he at my behest
But Master Kipling said it best:
"The Stranger within my gates,
He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control—
What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
Shall repossess his blood.
The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad they may be,
But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
And see the things I see;
And whatever I think of them and their likes
They think of the likes of me."
One world, one race, one color, one creed?
Fed vile propaganda by the Chosen Seed
Soon we'll be mixed-brown and forget our past
We surely must to stop this, must make our kind last
Too much death, through abortion and war
Not enough birth, we need so many more
Pushed to die in place of Israel's men
We must band together and live united again
Diversity? Yes, let's do as they teach
Anglo-Saxon, Nordic, to the farthest white reach
Purists of all kind must awaken, come alive
Throw off the chains of oppression and take the dive
Arise, then, noble white warriors, and come!
Give justice to all: explusion to many, death to some
Dismount the steed of blindness and fight!
But you wonder, who was wrong, and who was right?
To understand who a society controls
Search for whose "virtues" you must extol
And if you want to open you eyes
Seek out those whom you can't criticize
Return our world to its former beauty and art
Come together again and never be split apart
The world was made for honor and peace
Raise your voice with mine, that this song may never cease
Posted by caucasiannation 
