Preparing a Place

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Preparing a Place
by Brother Tom Walsh


Preparing a Place

Securing a place for White children of tomorrow
This task we are charged with, my kin
A White Utopia without want or sorrow
A place where we'll flourish again
Who, I ask you, can truly dispute
The superior genes we possess
And who are these traitors who dare to refute
Our right to protect such, confess

Why, I ask you, my kin
Do they seek to deny us our throne
Could it be that their blood was tainted back when
They will reap from the seeds they have sewn
Take a good look around, take an accounting
Of hearts which are true or are not
For as I speak the tensions surmounting
All else we have felt or we've sought

Our task is not simple, nay, easily gained it won't be
Many tears and much blood shall be shed
But the White wonderful world tommorow's children shall see
Will make worth each hard mile we must tread.