Counter-Currents
113 words
We can be no longer polite. Now we
Must do what we need to do so we can
Secure what must be never lost. To be
The last white men is not part of our plan.
Existence now and forever, that’s all
Of our wish, all that we want not to end:
Our selves, our ways, our race. We shall not fall,
People, we shall not falter, shall not bend
And shall not stop until we’ve made secure
A future that belongs to us again,
Future futures that will grow and endure
For eternity without worry, without strain.
White peoples have worried and strained enough
Children of our children deserve kinder stuff.
Related
-
Mihai Eminescu: Romania’s Morning Star
-
“He Doesn’t Worry Too Much If Mediocre People Get Killed in Wars and Such” Tito Perdue’s The Smut Book & Cynosura
-
Jalal El-Kadali’s Oyster Mountain
-
If White Privileges Were Real
-
Remembering Rudyard Kipling (December 30, 1865-January 18, 1936)
-
The Plymouth 400 SymposiumRobert Frost’s “Directive”: A Quintessential Yankee Poem by New England’s Quintessential Yankee Poet
-
Heroic Road Songs
-
I Knew You When Your Eyes Were Blue
1 comment
You don’t see acrostics very often. This one was very well done. Congratulations.
Comments are closed.
If you have Paywall access,
simply login first to see your comment auto-approved.
Note on comments privacy & moderation
Your email is never published nor shared.
Comments are moderated. If you don't see your comment, please be patient. If approved, it will appear here soon. Do not post your comment a second time.