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?