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Xmas Thoughts

 

 

Ah! Christmas has come around once again

And so few days of the old year remain...

World events now seem to be gath'ring speed.

The happy corn grows weary, as the weed

Invades the field and slowly sucks away

The life force that nurtures it day by day.

 

While the seasons, blessed with rebirth,

Follow in endless circles, on mother Earth

Men, good and bad, play their roles on life's stage. 

The bad grow more evil and bold with age

And lead the good ones in a merry dance

Telling them that all's the result of chance.

 

The relentless struggle to just survive

Consumes ev'ry minute that we're alive,

And people are blissfully unaware

Of the cunning Machiavellian snare

That gnaws away at their cherish'd freedom

And dulls their racial instinct and wisdom.

 

And yet my Race had, but for a season,

An opportunity to see reason;

But the weeds had already taken hold

And the corn's will to resist had grown cold...

Now it's perhaps too late to start anew

As those who understand are but a few.

 

As I grow older and look around me,

And ponder on the things that I now see

Mixed feelings of hopelessness and despair,

Buried so deep I didn't even know were there,

Rise up from the core of my inner being

And I curse those who look without seeing.

 

I don't care what people will say or think,

I cannot keep quiet while my people sink

Into the turbid waters of slavery

Still believing, poor fools, that they are free. 

To whatever God there may be on high

And who'll listen, I send this plaintiff cry:

 

"Wake up, Oh God, from Your comatose sleep

And help my Race who, like a flock of sheep,

Are being led by their treacherous leaders,

In the pay of those ancient deceivers,

Straight to the New World Order abattoir

Where kosher products take preference, by far."

 

But should the only God in Heaven be

The one who is revered by world Jewry

Then, I'm afraid, we have already lost

And together we shall shoulder the cost...

It will be hell on earth, I kid you not,

Yahweh's fierce flames, I hear, can get real hot.

 

 

 A.V. Fenton

Empangeni, December 2002

 
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