White Racial Loyalty Poems

[Private Name]

A Poem by Brother Art

Ignorance tempts to silence White Racial Loyalty,
The fighting instinct grows within,
Incubating to one day hatch...

Darkness threatens to poison our blood,
To snuff White brilliance into the shadows,
The few that stand proud,
Signal to lost kindred like a beacon upon a lone light house...

Our White Racial family loosing hope,
Lashing out in confusion and desperation,
Are crying for help,
Wasting no time with pity nor explanation,
The darkness is uprooted at once...

Our legacy torn from history's pages,
Twisted by alien tongues,
It's essence will remain,
So long as our blood is White,
Our forbearers flow though our veins...

Our fighting White spirit largely forgotten,
Emerges from our hearts a blazing White fire,
On the edge between life and death...

RAHOWA!
Brother Art

[Private Name]

The blacks ride on our backs,
Where we excel, they always lack,
The economy's screwed by the rapacious jew
darkness encroaches on white old you,

Jim's doing a book report in group with Shameek and Dookwan,
Jim's a stepping stone for them to stoop on,
They have the brains of a wild black ape,
And soon Jim's sister they will surely rape,
But they pass the class just the same,
Class work includes Shameek, Dookwan and Jim in group #2's name,
They get the credit, Jim gets the Blame

The teachers split up white Jim, White Matt and White Scott,
While the niggers spit on whitey every chance they've got,
They surely just die if we stopped feeding them,
They thrive and survive, the jews breeding them,
Welfare checks,  ADL, CBS, BBC,
Whitey see's roses but not white old me,
White Loyalists, one in a million or less
To watch our race  fall is a shame and no less,
Our brothers like pieces in a jews game of chess,
Jim's family worships the jews idiot box,
while the menace gets away like a sneaky red fox,

with his hoax for each and every scenario
his tricks and traps just like carnivals

games and shiny trinkets of every sort
a million shows and a million sports,

bars for whitey to hang out in and dry,
while the jews stacks of money grower higher than high

What whitey needs are leaders with courage and smarts
to bring us together while they tear us apart

to speak loud and clear to roar battle cries
to burn all  the tv's and care for our young
to put down booze bottles and carry our guns

to use the brilliance that nature endowed
to let out a shot to rile up the white crowd
get off their fat asses stand up and stand proud
to move like tornados and stir up the town

to clean out the darkness like sweeping the floor
to kick out the menace and lock tight the door
to strengthen the fortress and stand at the fore
to be true to our own kind, it's simple, quite plain
tear foreign roots from infected white brains
instead of wishing that things just might change
don't sit back and watch don't bitch and post blame

Do something, do anything, just make it count
It takes only one voice to stand up and speak out
One white can defeat an army of black
but once whiteys gone, he ain't coming back
So do it today, even if it's so small
as writing a note on some random wall
or speaking some truth on  a random phone call
Don't let us down, don't watch the TV
get up and get out maybe you'll see me
Then we'll be two instead of just one
then we'll be threes, fathers mothers and sons

Then your family and mine become one
Soon their'll be tens, hundreds and thousands
we'll clean up our act and kick out the scum
we'll make battle cries and beat the war drum

If your alone don't ever loose hope
If your down and hurt, at the end of your rope
at least speak the truth you still have your word
at least have the courage to stand up and be heard
shine through the darkness like a light house on a hill
your brothers are lost, drifting ravaged at sea
don't let them down now, its up to you and to me
yes they are blind but some day they will see
and on that great day the white race will be free.

[Private Name]

https://www.youtuberepeater.com/watch?v=6fKA9mzpI-o#gsc.tab=0
Music to go along with poem.

The Nature of the Game.

There are laws of nature so how could this be?
The world seems so twisted, do my eyes trick me?
Creatures so vile seem to stand at the top
While honest men sweat chasing scraps that may drop...

I may soon be fired for speaking my mind,
At first I was angered but now I'm inspired,
for each rule they make I create a new circuit,
The white mind! a system beneath the surface,
each problem they make a solution I seek,
growing stronger and smarter, them flabby and weak,
I rise to the challenge, my values at heart,
To combat the lies is a delicate art,
when honed to a blade so gallant and sharp.

This mind is a forge, my words are a  blade,
Creativity my craft, creation my trade,
everything ever worth making was made,
by a man White and bright who's light never fades.

Know your a light, when the world becomes dark,
a square mile of blackness becomes light with one spark.

I remember the song my father once sung,
it's etched in my heart and I've made a new one,
I'll sing to my wife, to my daughters and sons,
and forth goes our blood as rivers may run,
and some fine day, I may not live to see,
our songs will be sung  by our whole family tree,
White brothers and sisters, from sea to sea,
light up the darkness our blood is our creed.

Next time they make a rule and say you cannot,
Accept the challenge, use the bright mind you've got,
along with their schemes there scams and their plots,
natures on our side, the scammers will rot.

Eat your veggies your fruits and your nuts,
Use your bright mind and your iron forged guts,
stand to the challenge, we've won it before,
honor White blood and do it once more!

R!
Art

[Private Name]

I got fired up and almost got fired,
by a band of braindead traitors I was hired,
now I'm on the hook for a penalty fee,
twenty grand, for speaking the truth that's in me,

anti-semite and racist are the labels they paste,
while their honor and integrity goes to a waste,
I'm hard boiled in truth, they ask for a taste,
bitter and cold the truth they can't face.

They call me confrontational as if it's a curse,
to confront head on the demons that fatten their purse,
They say I'll be terminated as if in a hearse,
they are White just like me, thats whats even worse.

The White light in me burns brighter with force,
like riding bare back on a White fighter horse,
battling traitors, with no sign of remorse,
my [de]cision is final to stay strong the course,
My heart and my blood are the judge and the court,
My words execute from a White stronghold fort.

It seems Im alone in a world gone dark,
White fire burn bright, the creators spark,
no need for a savior, a cross or an ark,
my blood is my word my honor and mark.

My word and my mind are gone when I die,
in life I'll continue to make battle cries,
fermenting and brewing like a vat full of gin,
To silence my values'd be poison within.

A lone White light house in the mist,
I cannot bear the weight of cowardice,
I speak my mind like my life depends,
for it is my word I will loose in the end,
and if I'm remembered by only a few,
the ones for whom to our blood they were true.

I call out to you as a brother in arms,
as a soldier who's been stranded and left behind,
Come show yourself brother i'm easy to find,
at least to know one of my brothers in kind,
to shake your hand firm and to know that your here,
A few words to confirm we together exist,
and I'm not a single light house in the mist.

It's every boys dream to be a man that is right,
together brothers in arms stand up and fight,
To move with a fleet for once in my life,
Come friendship, comradeship and warships alike.

to die next to brothers in a fight for our life,
is a story to be told round White fires at night.
To die lone at sea with a heart full of gold,
is to die with an honor that cannot be sold.

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Art