The Last War
Can you see it coming as the new elements bring death, long gone are the components of
old? Scientifically frozen in a nuclear winter, like your finger stuck to a hand guns trigger.
Hot beaded glass rises from the sand, on top of an oil-wasted land and all fault points to
power hungry man. Inexorable thoughts in the back of the mind, protesters scream in our
homeland.
Chemical weapons that destroy all kinds of life bring about the final fight of what’s left of
American man in his own homeland. Continuous will be the final war fought on our soil
derived from racial toil.
The survivors of all of what’s left to ponder will always wonder after all that we have been
through there is still much racial hatred in some men’s root. Minority’s cause to fight back for
all, because their not the reason for all that has befallen.
What’s left of the earth is in constant peril, most human life has gone feral. On guard for
what is to come many prepare to protect them selves, because supremacy wants all buried
beneath until there are none.
James C Bryant Jr.
March 28, 2003
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