OR: ALL HAIL THE DISNEY WHITE MAN'S THRONE
The founders’ true genius lay in Fracturing Power; split into discreet or rival forms, as witnessed by some states now responding with vigilance and jealousy of that power threatened because The Disney Character In the White House is WIELDING MONEY-POWER Like A Sword To Vanquish America's great brown enemys and establish HIS HOLY CAUCASIAN RULE!
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NOTES:
file under the heading of: THE GLOBAL CAPITALIST/CAUCASIAN INSURGENCY
To All The Girls In Orania,
Your brilliance dictates the sun's rising
and the very star' eternal dance.
I am the Orchid of Orania, an often
overlooked,outrageous original.
My heart harbours heat,a heavy hyper-hot
hearth.
I am glory grown in grit, a giant gem
glittering greatly.
The sky stays silent, stunned by my
spectacular soul.
My mere presence makes the very universe
seem like a faint whisper.
I was born here in the Heartland,
And the good life calls to me.
And my roots grow ever deeper
Here in this Land of the Free!
Never take us at face value;
There is much we never show
And without us as the backbone…
Well, the country cannot grow!
I was born here in the Heartland,
Hearth and home of all the brave,
And my liberties and rights I
Will maintain unto the grave.
It might not be for everyone
But this is just who we are.
Free and equal under the law
From our roots up to the stars.
I was born here in the Heartland
And it’s here I’ll prob’ly die.
Is there reason for my living?
Maybe I’ll never know why…
But, by grace I’ll keep on working,
And on Sunday, take a knee,
That my children and grandchildren
Will continue to live free!
So, don’t diss us or dismiss us,
‘Cause you’ll miss us if we’re gone.
You might hate us or berate us
But we’ll keep on keeping on.
You can sneer or you can smear us
But right here we make our stand!
We are strong for we belong
In what you call Flyover Land!
(With apologies to Rabindranath Tagore)
Where fear stalks the mind and the head hangs in shame;
Where knowledge is twisted,
Where the country has been broken up into fragments by
narrow walls of caste and creed;
Where words are mouthed for short–term gains;
Where insatiable lust stretches its arms towards seats of
power;
Where the clear stream of reason has dried up in the scorch-
ing heat of the forest of communal flare–ups;
Where the mind is led backward by Thine enemy into ever–
narrowing thought and action -
From this nightmare of licence, my Father, let my country awake.
In the land where the eagle soars high and free,
Freedom’s enduring call is bestowed.
From the mountains’ proud peaks to the ocean’s vast span,
Lies the charge of a nation, since its birth began.
It’s not just the soil, the flag, or the song,
But the spirit of justice, where all belong.
To uphold the ideals that the founders wrote,
And keep freedom’s lamp burning, eternally bright.
Duty’s a promise, a vow to the brave,
Who fought on the battlefields, their lives they all gave.
For the right to speak freely, to worship, to dream,
To flow with democracy’s strong, steady stream.
It’s to stand up for truth in the public square,
To lift the voiceless, to show that care is given.
To build a community, united and strong,
Where no one is silenced or feels they don’t belong.
In the ballot box’s power, voices are raised,
To guide a shared future through nights and through days.
To serve with integrity, to strive for the good,
To honor the bond of a great neighborhood.
So let hearts swell with a fire and a grace,
As you answer the call of this hallowed place.
For the land of the free and the home of the brave,
It’s a duty, a privilege, a legacy to save.
A Chinese Sonnet
They call me impimpi*,a word fraught with scorn and smoke-
Yet I am the echo of truth inside the brewing storm,
Engaging the law,though no law guards me,
A river trembling by myself and singing my song.
Mount Moorosi keeps my secret vigil high,
While comrades who danced once for freedom's flame,
Are now com tsotsis who trade justice for comfort and coins,
And call betrayal what was birthed before courage,
From Kanaland to Zululand:I love Mzansi enough to bleed,
Love is treachery and betrayal,-love is truth, love is the light,
Still,I am unseen, they can unalive me-I shadow the moon,
My corpse lies,humming Freedom's hymn under the nations' feet.
*Impimpi or mpimpi---A S African term for a snitch or police informer
Mount Moorosi---A town in Lesotho
Kanaland---A munucipality in Western Cape Province in South Africa
Mzantsi---A colloquial term for South Africa
If we don't spill blood
Then we won't have any food.
My children need food.
It’s time, by now, we did away with nations.
I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag,
This jingo jag has now become a drag.
Those puerile patriotic palpitations
had meaning only when we lived in tribes.
Today our people mix and mingle freely –
so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley,
and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those jibes?
Since nations never have a sense of humour,
it’s little wonder why we have these wars.
We need a change of heart. Embrace the cause:
don’t split us into gooks or spooks or squaws,
or hicks or micks or spicks, or baby-boomers.
One nation under God, we’re all consumers.
How can someone say they're not King,
When their actions sing and sing?
How can someone say their free,
When not defending liberty?
A flag to all, fulfill their dream,
Of liberty's unchanging stream.
So when the world commanded, "Stay,"
He stood his ground and turned away,
For duty isn't blind assent,
But truth and justice, heaven-sent.
He chose the hard path, sharp and steep,
The one his ethics swore to keep.
He gave the past its proper place.
His final stand, a long-held race,
The shield returned, the war was done,
A life of duty, fairly won.
And in the quiet of the end,
He honored the task for his *true friend.
*His childhood friend who fell to his death, unrecovered—after the war was done, he paid his final respect to him.
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Again
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Changing Defense to War,
Claiming to stop foreign wars,
Won’t win any peace prizes—
Just more of what the world despises.
Black helicopters and unmarked vans
Enforcing edicts across our lands;
Masks and rubber bullet diplomacy
Shouldn’t become our normalcy.
Secret police with unlawful powers,
Brutal enforcement ordered by cowards;
The rule of law squandered and subverted
To serve personal vengeance perverted.
Our Constitution tattered and torn
Needs her defenders all bravely sworn
To stand shoulder to shoulder and hold back the night:
This is our moment, our duty, our fight!
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Again
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Our Beloved Constitution
Our Constitution is a work of brilliance!
It shines as an example for all nations.
Two hundred years have proven its resilience!
Our country has exceeded expectations.
The Bill of Rights guarantees our Liberties!
And helps ensure domestic tranquilities.
Equal justice for all enshrined in our law!
Our Constitution should be held in such awe.
Despicable Party Politics
Party politics the scourge of our nation!
Putting party over people and the truth.
So clear to see with each Administration!
Policy flip flops and privilege abuse.
Resulting in loss of faith and squandered trust!
Party politics are less boom and more bust.
Bad legislation and sordid backroom deals!
No wonder this is how America feels.
A terrible thing we had of it.
A treacherous sight indeed.
The day undisclosed longing to be forgotten.
A jobite non the less.
The death of a sinner an abomination
His death sought redemption.
Redemption!!! Redemption built on the blood of the innocent.
Fueled by fear of the unknown.
Rejected in the land of his birth.
Rejected by this scornful people.
He journey's to a land void of hate and fear.
He journey's to a land full of gold mines.
He sourjuns in land of the unknown.
He sourjuns among the Romans.
Calamity stroke without warning.
Calamity stroke with a nine mouth-whip.
Return he must to his place of birth.
Return he must to this scornful place.
He returns fearful of rejection.
He returns fearful of hate.
But finds peace in this lions den
But find's solace among this wolves dressed as sheep.
Thus, this sad tale finds a happy ending.
Thus , the life of "An Alien".
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Suffers at the hands of small-minded men;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Have faith in your fellow man, stand with me,
Defend our Rights against federal sin;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
We’ll not last without the Liberty Tree,
Time grows short, and opportunity thin;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Proclaim anew with bold voice our unity,
And push back against the threat from within;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
So, join hands from sea to shining sea,
Be faithful and strong until we shall win;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
The Constitution says how it must be,
Take heed and now let freedom ring again;
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
You hate my country but I can’t hate you
they’ll call me racist cus that’s what they do
you fly your flag what a horrible sight
and when you protest probably fight
I post a status caged in overnight
us Brits are welcoming far too polite
as you’re an illegal you have your rights
5 star hotels and a taxi if you’d like
but who are you kidding
you think England’s done
are you Napoleon conquering all
antisemitic starting world wars
cause they wrote us off once
Britannia roared
send an Armada you’ll sink to the floor
fly your Luftwaffe until you’re no more
cause they say we’ve fallen
they’ve said it before!
We haven’t started
are you feeling sure?
DNA of a Viking, a Roman, a Celt,
Britannia’s stirring…… The Finest yet dealt!
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