O Ancestor, my ancestor, where gleams your broad sword
And cross-emblazoned shield?
Under what black, oppressive skies do they shine?
May they beam ever brighter-
For the motley, godless, neutered horde,
which invades our land in dismal swarms,
Compels your heirs, o ancestor, to yield.
Our great race today, unrecognized,
Abandons our renown, willingly;
Our old lands and holdings colonized
By tan and black and brown, given up as mere reparations.
Contrition sways, we've shed our steely will,
Embarrassed by our might,
As interlopers have their lustful thrills
Of conquering despite.
Alone are we, the White race, subjected to
This truthless blight of soul and mind,
Which desecrates the highway-bound rendezvous
Of European-kind,
In diaspora from Cape Town to Philadelphia!
We bent stoic knees to Christ and Mary, ancestor,
and Nation, Emperor, and Queen.
Today we bend our sacred gender pair
Into a hideous thing obscene.
Our worthy line we now forsake;
Our doubled genes recoil.
Misshapen minds their sanguine image make
In children over Tumblr and Reddit they embroil.
Our sons cringe into scrawny daughters now,
Their limp weakness all agleam.
The surgeon's scalpel, shot, and drug somehow
Embolden their twisted esteem.
The warm, cozy cradle that our daughters spurn
Lies filled with generations' hopes unfound
Or tawny whelps when strangers yearn
To run our race aground.
O ancestor, my ancestor, should this go further?
My innocence I fear
Negotiates with bleak, transcendent murther,
And too may disappear.
Awash am I in desperate devil's breed,
Please speak to me, ancestor, beneath this lichen-strewn stone.
How can our lives, and by that right yours, but soon conclude
Should I forbear thy seed, ancestor?