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[1]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.