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Nicholas Rodriguez
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Adrian Walker
Benjamin Martin
Kevin Hernandez
Connor Rivera
Donating unfinished poem as inspiration
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Ghettos, ganglands, Trouble and strife
Acid, crack cocaine, Crimes of the knife
London is burning, sin being rife
A once noble city at the end of its life
Middlesex, surrey, the M25
London is growing
But as it bloats, so it dies
No longer English, our capital city
Our green pleasant land, decreasingly pretty
Aliens, strangers, foreigners all
Bought in and settled, to hasten our fall
Logan Sanchez
ONE NIGHT IN DRESDEN THEY HEARD A NOISE
OF SIRENS AND BOMBS AND PLANES
THEIR SCREAMS OF PAIN SPREAD FAR AND WIDE
BOMBER HARRIS DO IT AGAIN!
THEY TRIED TO HIDE FROM THE BOMBING
THEY TRIED TO DOUSE THE FLAMES
BUT CRISPY JERRIES WAS WORTH IT ALL
BOMBER HARRIS DO IT AGAIN!
Ryan Morgan
AN ODE TO PAKI BASHING SHANTY
They say it united the Kingdom
Bashing the sweaty shitty browns
It's the reason why when Pakis pray
They duck their heads right down
It was big in the seventies
And the eighties too
My old man used to do it all the time
A hobby when we had nothing to do
Until the quims had it banned in 99
Then they started getting cocky
Throwing their stench around
Couldn't twat them in the face
And rob them of all their pounds
And instead of tolerance
They chose harrassment instead
The big brown pack of smelly cunts
Claimed we were all inbred
With no defense
Came a stroke of luck
We found they shagged cousins
And they got bantered out to fuck
But it proved to be too much
And with a massive Paki screech
The government cringed and caved
And inbred became hate speech
And now they've grown bolder
Robbed of our fists and wits
We hunch over our shoulders
As we deal with the smell of shit
And they think they've won
And took our home unmatched
But so long as you have anglo, taig, jock or taff
With both hands attached
We will paki bash
Logan Reed
(Zig Forums OC adapted from "Tommy comes down to hilo")
I've never seen the like,
Since I've been born,
Of a muslim bride that was 12 years old
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Oh poor old man!
The southern girls,
They're buckets of shite,
They're the same in Wales but at least they're white
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Oh poor old man!
No need to learn a skill,
No need to learn a trade,
'Cause a pole will do it for a quid a day
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Oh poor old man!
Oh how can anyone,
Feel sad these days,
When the news clearly states everything's okay?
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Oh poor old man!
Oh wake him, oh shake him,
Oh wake that lad with the black shirt on
When Tommy tried saving the Anglo
Oh poor old man
Easton Wood
They might act victorious,
Claim they took our home unmatched
For Britain, though, some men still stand
Be they anglo, jock or taff
Oliver Turner
Yeye that'll do
Adrian Sanders
Full version of that song adapted from 'Johnny Come Down to Hilo'
I've ever seen the like,
Since I've been born,
Of a big brown muzzie with 12 year old
Oh, Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
Oh,
Wake him, ah shake him,
Oh,
Wake that lad with the black shirt on,
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Have you been to a uni
In the modern day,
You've already failed 'less you're brown or gay
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
You'll oft see the like,
Down by London,
Of a big hairy bugger with a pink dress on
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
Now London girls,
They're buckets of shite,
It's the same in Wales but at least they're white
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
If your daughter gets a visit,
From a gang of mozzies,
You'd best keep quiet or you're up before the bobby
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
Oh it's not so bad,
Being middle class,
No pride no country but at least there's arse
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
No need to learn a skill,
No need to learn a trade,
'Cause a pole will do it all for a quid a day
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
Oh, foreign in your home,
It's a wee bit rough,
But I've got my booze so I guess that's enough
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
If you ever start to feel,
A wee bit daft,
The Met'll pop round and stick a bullet up your shaft
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
It's funny to see,
Everyone so glum,
When it's the current year and we're all having fun!
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
Watching all the wogs,
It gets me down,
But I know it shouldn't 'cause we've always been brown
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
Oh how can anyone,
Feel sad these days,
When the news clearly states that all's okay?
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus
Oh white, brown, black,
That's our land of pleasant green,
They tell me what I think but I don't know what they mean
Oh Tommy come down to Soho,
Poor old man!
Chorus x2
Jason Phillips
Ryder Williams
Requesting the deano revolution song please lads
Joseph Wood
THE FOX'S PROPHECY by D.W. Nash (1871)
Tom Hill was in the saddle
One bright November morn,
The echoing glades of Guiting Wood
Were ringing with his horn.
The varies tints of autumn,
Still lingered in the wood,
And on the leaves the morning sun
Poured out a golden flood.
Soft, fleecy clouds were sailing
Across the vault of blue;
A fairer hunting morning
No huntsman ever knew.
All nature seemed rejoicing
That glorious morn to see;
All seemed to breathe a fresher life-
Beast, insect, bird and tree.
But sound and sight of beauty
Fell dull on eye and ear;
The huntsman's heart was heavy,
His brow oppressed with care.
High in the stirrups raised he stood,
And long he gazed around;
And breathlessly and anxiously
He listened for a sound.
No voice of hound, no sound of horn;
The woods around were mute,
As though the earth had swallowed up
His comrades-man and brute.
He thought, I must essay to find
My hounds at any cost;
A huntsman who has lost his hounds
Is but a huntsman lost.
Then round he turned his horse's head,
And shook his bridle free,
When he was struck by an aged fox
That sat beneath a tree.
He raised his eyes in glad surprise,
That huntsman keen and bold;
But there was in that fox's look
That made his blood run cold.
He raised his hand to touch his horn,
And shout a "Tally-ho!"
But, mastered by that fox's eye,
His lips refused to blow.
For he was grim and gaunt of limb,
With age all silvered o'er;
He might have been an Arctic Fox
Escaped from Greenland's shore.
But age his vigour had not tamed,
Nor dimm'd his sparkling eye,
Which shone with an unearthly fire-
A fire could never die.
And thus the huntsman he addressed,
In tones distinct and clear,
Who heard as they who in a dream
The fairies' music hear.
"Huntsman" he said-a sudden thrill
Through all the listener ran,
To hear a creature of the wood
Speak like a Christian man-
"Last of my race, to me tis given
The future to unfold,
To speak the words which never yet
Spake fox of mortal mould.
"Then print my words upon your heart,
And stamp them on your brain,
That you and others may impart
My prophecy again.
"Strong life is yours in manhood's prime,
Your cheek with heat is red;
Time has not laid a finger yet
In earnest on your head.
"But ere your limbs are bent with age,
And ere your locks are grey,
The sport that you have loved so well
Shall long have passed away.
"Yet think not, huntsman, I rejoice
To see the end so near;
Nor think the sound of horn and hound
To me a sound of fear.
"In my strong youth, which numbers now
Full many a winter back,
How scornfully I shook my brush
Before the Berkley Pack.
"Then think not that I speak in fear,
Or prophesy in hate;
Too well I know the doom reserved
For all my tribe by fate.
"Too well I know by wisdom taught,
The existence of my race
O'er all wide England's green domain
Is bound up with the chase.
"Better in early youth and strength
The race for life to run,
Than poisoned like a noxious rat,
Or slain by fellon gun.
"For not upon these hills alone
The doom of sport shall fall;
O'er the broad face of England creeps
The shadow of the wall.
"The years roll on: old manors change,
Old customs lost their sway;
The manly blood of England
In weaker veins shall run.
"The furzy down, the moorland heath,
The Steam plough shall invade;
Nor park nor manor shall escape-
Common, not forest glade.
"Degenerate sons of manlier sires
To lower joys shall fall;
The faithless lore of Germany,
The gilded voice of Gaul.
"The sports of their forefathers
To baser tastes shall yield;
The vices of the town displace
The pleasures of the field.
"For swiftly o'er the level shore
The waves of progress ride;
The ancient landmarks one by one
Shall sink beneath the tide.
"Time-honoured creeds and ancient faith,
The Altar and the Crown,
Lordships hereditary right,
Before that tide go down.
"Base churls shall mock the mighty names
Writ on the roll of time;
Religion shall be held a jest,
And loyalty a crime.
"No word of prayer, no hymn of praise
Sound in the village school;
The peoples education
Utilitarians rule.
"The peasants to their daily tasks
In surly silence fall;
No kindly hospitalities
In farmhouse or in hall.
"No harvest feast nor Christmastide
Shall farm or manor hold;
Science alone can plenty give,
The only God is gold.
"The homes where love and peace should dwell,
Fierce politics shall vex,
And unsexed woman strive to prove
Herself the coarser sex.
"Mechanics in their workshops
Affairs of state decide;
Honour and truth-old fashioned words-
The noisy mob deride.
"The statesmen that should rule the realm
Coarse demagogues displace;
The glory of a thousand years
Shall end in foul disgrace.
continued here monologues.co.uk
Gabriel White
Work in progress tbh lads.
Tried to keep it pretty anglo-saxon pure, apologize for the lack of structure. Feedback would be appreciated.
The Oak Rose
Here, be where the english rose
We awoke and rose
In the land of Oak and rose
This old land that woden knows
This good land the saxon chose-
For we awoke and rose
To the sound of iambic prose
Deep delved earth beneath my toes
Bore the men with yew long bows
And hope is lost, some suppose
But heed what deep roots remember
And the older mind knows-
"We're as old as oak
and we may wither seasonally
But the rose has nettles too
and we won't give up so easily"
Here, beware the English rose.
Mason Carter
The Shekel Nose
Here be where the shekel flows
We bought and chose
Our temple of merchants grows
This new land that gentiles oppose
This good land so nurtureth our nose
So we bought and chose
Our bag of gold it grows
Deep delved we jew them all like pros
And bore the men with long nose
All hope is lost the goys suppose
As semite tricks are better
And the hooked nose, she grows
We're rubbing our hands
and we may profit exceedingly
But the goys might catch on too
yet we won't shut it down so easily
Here beware, the long hooked nose.
Isaiah King
There once was a lady from Surrey
Who always had beans with her curry
One day she farted
Her trousers they parted
And everyone left in a hurry
:)
Ryder Thompson
This cracked me up. I wish we were IRL mates
Adrian Ross
EXPERT NINJA
Ryan Martinez
Posting stuff I've made over the years
Jace Collins
Zachary Nguyen
Jaxson Reed
Connor Campbell
Can't find all the drawings I've done, couple of filthy ones here so be warned.
Michael Hall
brits aren't allowed at meguca.org/pol
Juan Thompson
ATTENTION WHITE WOMEN
ABORT YOUR WHITE BABIES
BREED AWAY YOUR HERITAGE WITH SUPERIOR BLACK DNA
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SINGLE BLACK MEN
ALLOW BLACK MEN TO FUCK YOUR BABIES
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE SONS
TEACH YOUR BABIES TO SUCK BLACK COCK INSTEAD OF BREAST FEEDING
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS
YOU HAVE A MANDATE TO PRODUCE BLACK BABIES
YOU SHOULD BE PREGNANT WITH BLACK BABIES EVERY YEAR
WHEN YOU ARE TOO OLD TO MAKE BLACK BABIES YOU SHOULD KIDNAP WHITE BABIES
CASTRATE OTHER PEOPLE'S WHITE SONS
KIDNAP LITTLE BLONDE GIRLS AND BRING THEM TO YOUR BLACK MASTERS
SERVE YOUR MASTER BLACK RACE UNTIL YOU DIE
IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YOU SHOULD CASTRATE YOUR BROTHERS
FIND AN OLDER BLACK MAN TO SERVE AND PRODUCE BABIES FOR HIM
BRING YOUR WHITE FEMALE FRIENDS TO YOUR MASTER TO BE BRED
USE BOTTLES OF BLACK SEMEN TO FORCE IMPREGNATE YOUR FRIENDS
FIGHT FOR THE WINNING TEAM OF THE GENETIC RACE WAR
BLACK LIVES MATTER
MAKE MORE BLACK LIVES INSTEAD OF WHITE LIVES
ATTENTION WHITE WOMEN
ABORT YOUR WHITE BABIES
BREED AWAY YOUR HERITAGE WITH SUPERIOR BLACK DNA
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SINGLE BLACK MEN
ALLOW BLACK MEN TO FUCK YOUR BABIES
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE SONS
TEACH YOUR BABIES TO SUCK BLACK COCK INSTEAD OF BREAST FEEDING
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS
YOU HAVE A MANDATE TO PRODUCE BLACK BABIES
YOU SHOULD BE PREGNANT WITH BLACK BABIES EVERY YEAR
WHEN YOU ARE TOO OLD TO MAKE BLACK BABIES YOU SHOULD KIDNAP WHITE BABIES
CASTRATE OTHER PEOPLE'S WHITE SONS
KIDNAP LITTLE BLONDE GIRLS AND BRING THEM TO YOUR BLACK MASTERS
SERVE YOUR MASTER BLACK RACE UNTIL YOU DIE
IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YOU SHOULD CASTRATE YOUR BROTHERS
FIND AN OLDER BLACK MAN TO SERVE AND PRODUCE BABIES FOR HIM
BRING YOUR WHITE FEMALE FRIENDS TO YOUR MASTER TO BE BRED
USE BOTTLES OF BLACK SEMEN TO FORCE IMPREGNATE YOUR FRIENDS
FIGHT FOR THE WINNING TEAM OF THE GENETIC RACE WAR
BLACK LIVES MATTER
MAKE MORE BLACK LIVES INSTEAD OF WHITE LIVES
ATTENTION WHITE WOMEN
ABORT YOUR WHITE BABIES
BREED AWAY YOUR HERITAGE WITH SUPERIOR BLACK DNA
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SINGLE BLACK MEN
ALLOW BLACK MEN TO FUCK YOUR BABIES
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE SONS
TEACH YOUR BABIES TO SUCK BLACK COCK INSTEAD OF BREAST FEEDING
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS
YOU HAVE A MANDATE TO PRODUCE BLACK BABIES
YOU SHOULD BE PREGNANT WITH BLACK BABIES EVERY YEAR
WHEN YOU ARE TOO OLD TO MAKE BLACK BABIES YOU SHOULD KIDNAP WHITE BABIES
CASTRATE OTHER PEOPLE'S WHITE SONS
KIDNAP LITTLE BLONDE GIRLS AND BRING THEM TO YOUR BLACK MASTERS
SERVE YOUR MASTER BLACK RACE UNTIL YOU DIE
IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YOU SHOULD CASTRATE YOUR BROTHERS
FIND AN OLDER BLACK MAN TO SERVE AND PRODUCE BABIES FOR HIM
BRING YOUR WHITE FEMALE FRIENDS TO YOUR MASTER TO BE BRED
USE BOTTLES OF BLACK SEMEN TO FORCE IMPREGNATE YOUR FRIENDS
FIGHT FOR THE WINNING TEAM OF THE GENETIC RACE WAR
BLACK LIVES MATTER
MAKE MORE BLACK LIVES INSTEAD OF WHITE LIVES
Jonathan Ortiz
ATTENTION WHITE WOMEN
ABORT YOUR WHITE BABIES
BREED AWAY YOUR HERITAGE WITH SUPERIOR BLACK DNA
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SINGLE BLACK MEN
ALLOW BLACK MEN TO FUCK YOUR BABIES
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE SONS
TEACH YOUR BABIES TO SUCK BLACK COCK INSTEAD OF BREAST FEEDING
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS
YOU HAVE A MANDATE TO PRODUCE BLACK BABIES
YOU SHOULD BE PREGNANT WITH BLACK BABIES EVERY YEAR
WHEN YOU ARE TOO OLD TO MAKE BLACK BABIES YOU SHOULD KIDNAP WHITE BABIES
CASTRATE OTHER PEOPLE'S WHITE SONS
KIDNAP LITTLE BLONDE GIRLS AND BRING THEM TO YOUR BLACK MASTERS
SERVE YOUR MASTER BLACK RACE UNTIL YOU DIE
IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YOU SHOULD CASTRATE YOUR BROTHERS
FIND AN OLDER BLACK MAN TO SERVE AND PRODUCE BABIES FOR HIM
BRING YOUR WHITE FEMALE FRIENDS TO YOUR MASTER TO BE BRED
USE BOTTLES OF BLACK SEMEN TO FORCE IMPREGNATE YOUR FRIENDS
FIGHT FOR THE WINNING TEAM OF THE GENETIC RACE WAR
BLACK LIVES MATTER
MAKE MORE BLACK LIVES INSTEAD OF WHITE LIVES
ATTENTION WHITE WOMEN
ABORT YOUR WHITE BABIES
BREED AWAY YOUR HERITAGE WITH SUPERIOR BLACK DNA
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SINGLE BLACK MEN
ALLOW BLACK MEN TO FUCK YOUR BABIES
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE SONS
TEACH YOUR BABIES TO SUCK BLACK COCK INSTEAD OF BREAST FEEDING
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS
YOU HAVE A MANDATE TO PRODUCE BLACK BABIES
YOU SHOULD BE PREGNANT WITH BLACK BABIES EVERY YEAR
WHEN YOU ARE TOO OLD TO MAKE BLACK BABIES YOU SHOULD KIDNAP WHITE BABIES
CASTRATE OTHER PEOPLE'S WHITE SONS
KIDNAP LITTLE BLONDE GIRLS AND BRING THEM TO YOUR BLACK MASTERS
SERVE YOUR MASTER BLACK RACE UNTIL YOU DIE
IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YOU SHOULD CASTRATE YOUR BROTHERS
FIND AN OLDER BLACK MAN TO SERVE AND PRODUCE BABIES FOR HIM
BRING YOUR WHITE FEMALE FRIENDS TO YOUR MASTER TO BE BRED
USE BOTTLES OF BLACK SEMEN TO FORCE IMPREGNATE YOUR FRIENDS
FIGHT FOR THE WINNING TEAM OF THE GENETIC RACE WAR
BLACK LIVES MATTER
MAKE MORE BLACK LIVES INSTEAD OF WHITE LIVES
ATTENTION WHITE WOMEN
ABORT YOUR WHITE BABIES
BREED AWAY YOUR HERITAGE WITH SUPERIOR BLACK DNA
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SINGLE BLACK MEN
ALLOW BLACK MEN TO FUCK YOUR BABIES
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE SONS
TEACH YOUR BABIES TO SUCK BLACK COCK INSTEAD OF BREAST FEEDING
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS
YOU HAVE A MANDATE TO PRODUCE BLACK BABIES
YOU SHOULD BE PREGNANT WITH BLACK BABIES EVERY YEAR
WHEN YOU ARE TOO OLD TO MAKE BLACK BABIES YOU SHOULD KIDNAP WHITE BABIES
CASTRATE OTHER PEOPLE'S WHITE SONS
KIDNAP LITTLE BLONDE GIRLS AND BRING THEM TO YOUR BLACK MASTERS
SERVE YOUR MASTER BLACK RACE UNTIL YOU DIE
IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YOU SHOULD CASTRATE YOUR BROTHERS
FIND AN OLDER BLACK MAN TO SERVE AND PRODUCE BABIES FOR HIM
BRING YOUR WHITE FEMALE FRIENDS TO YOUR MASTER TO BE BRED
USE BOTTLES OF BLACK SEMEN TO FORCE IMPREGNATE YOUR FRIENDS
FIGHT FOR THE WINNING TEAM OF THE GENETIC RACE WAR
BLACK LIVES MATTER
MAKE MORE BLACK LIVES INSTEAD OF WHITE LIVES
Matthew Adams
ATTENTION WHITE WOMEN
ABORT YOUR WHITE BABIES
BREED AWAY YOUR HERITAGE WITH SUPERIOR BLACK DNA
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SINGLE BLACK MEN
ALLOW BLACK MEN TO FUCK YOUR BABIES
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE SONS
TEACH YOUR BABIES TO SUCK BLACK COCK INSTEAD OF BREAST FEEDING
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS
YOU HAVE A MANDATE TO PRODUCE BLACK BABIES
YOU SHOULD BE PREGNANT WITH BLACK BABIES EVERY YEAR
WHEN YOU ARE TOO OLD TO MAKE BLACK BABIES YOU SHOULD KIDNAP WHITE BABIES
CASTRATE OTHER PEOPLE'S WHITE SONS
KIDNAP LITTLE BLONDE GIRLS AND BRING THEM TO YOUR BLACK MASTERS
SERVE YOUR MASTER BLACK RACE UNTIL YOU DIE
IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YOU SHOULD CASTRATE YOUR BROTHERS
FIND AN OLDER BLACK MAN TO SERVE AND PRODUCE BABIES FOR HIM
BRING YOUR WHITE FEMALE FRIENDS TO YOUR MASTER TO BE BRED
USE BOTTLES OF BLACK SEMEN TO FORCE IMPREGNATE YOUR FRIENDS
FIGHT FOR THE WINNING TEAM OF THE GENETIC RACE WAR
BLACK LIVES MATTER
MAKE MORE BLACK LIVES INSTEAD OF WHITE LIVES
ATTENTION WHITE WOMEN
ABORT YOUR WHITE BABIES
BREED AWAY YOUR HERITAGE WITH SUPERIOR BLACK DNA
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SINGLE BLACK MEN
ALLOW BLACK MEN TO FUCK YOUR BABIES
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE SONS
TEACH YOUR BABIES TO SUCK BLACK COCK INSTEAD OF BREAST FEEDING
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS
YOU HAVE A MANDATE TO PRODUCE BLACK BABIES
YOU SHOULD BE PREGNANT WITH BLACK BABIES EVERY YEAR
WHEN YOU ARE TOO OLD TO MAKE BLACK BABIES YOU SHOULD KIDNAP WHITE BABIES
CASTRATE OTHER PEOPLE'S WHITE SONS
KIDNAP LITTLE BLONDE GIRLS AND BRING THEM TO YOUR BLACK MASTERS
SERVE YOUR MASTER BLACK RACE UNTIL YOU DIE
IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YOU SHOULD CASTRATE YOUR BROTHERS
FIND AN OLDER BLACK MAN TO SERVE AND PRODUCE BABIES FOR HIM
BRING YOUR WHITE FEMALE FRIENDS TO YOUR MASTER TO BE BRED
USE BOTTLES OF BLACK SEMEN TO FORCE IMPREGNATE YOUR FRIENDS
FIGHT FOR THE WINNING TEAM OF THE GENETIC RACE WAR
BLACK LIVES MATTER
MAKE MORE BLACK LIVES INSTEAD OF WHITE LIVES
ATTENTION WHITE WOMEN
ABORT YOUR WHITE BABIES
BREED AWAY YOUR HERITAGE WITH SUPERIOR BLACK DNA
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SINGLE BLACK MEN
ALLOW BLACK MEN TO FUCK YOUR BABIES
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE SONS
TEACH YOUR BABIES TO SUCK BLACK COCK INSTEAD OF BREAST FEEDING
CASTRATE YOUR WHITE BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS
YOU HAVE A MANDATE TO PRODUCE BLACK BABIES
YOU SHOULD BE PREGNANT WITH BLACK BABIES EVERY YEAR
WHEN YOU ARE TOO OLD TO MAKE BLACK BABIES YOU SHOULD KIDNAP WHITE BABIES
CASTRATE OTHER PEOPLE'S WHITE SONS
KIDNAP LITTLE BLONDE GIRLS AND BRING THEM TO YOUR BLACK MASTERS
SERVE YOUR MASTER BLACK RACE UNTIL YOU DIE
IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YOU SHOULD CASTRATE YOUR BROTHERS
FIND AN OLDER BLACK MAN TO SERVE AND PRODUCE BABIES FOR HIM
BRING YOUR WHITE FEMALE FRIENDS TO YOUR MASTER TO BE BRED
USE BOTTLES OF BLACK SEMEN TO FORCE IMPREGNATE YOUR FRIENDS
FIGHT FOR THE WINNING TEAM OF THE GENETIC RACE WAR
BLACK LIVES MATTER
MAKE MORE BLACK LIVES INSTEAD OF WHITE LIVES
Jordan Butler
I have no idea if this is the right thread but Guitar lad if you're reading this could you do a mod and banhammer inspired cover of "Marty Robbins - Big Iron" for some OC.
Daniel Wood
Just posting in this board to say you guys are better than the other anglos. That's not at lot, but it's something.
Michael Davis
Which other anglos? The Australians or the Canadians?
Michael Lewis
Which county do you mean?
Zachary Cook
Amazing how Kent alone managed to retain the local haplogroup.
smh
William Baker
That shop is on Lewes Road in Brighton. The son of the woman who runs it was the first British ISIS casualty in Syria.
Brayden Evans
who /drunk/ here
Wyatt Ross
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Evan Jackson
I'm fucking slattered on Rum lad>>903936
Nolan Myers
test
Brayden Hughes
Here did Harold, King of England, fall and die
under the Dragon Banner, pierced through an eye;
Harold we honour you, last of the Saxon Kings,
Son of Hengest and Horsa - the Divine Twins;
Cerdic and Cynric - Sons of the Engel-Kin,
Wielding the Sword of Victory, land to win;
England - won by the Sword
-worked by the Plough
And today - all that was won is thrown away
by cowardly fools who live for today,
with scant regard for those that won
this Sacred Land, and fought to save
this Sacred Land, that we may have
and cherish it for those to come.
Harken, ye who seek to overthrow
this Sacred Land - this England!
Though the mass today are fast asleep,
Beware! There's Wolves Among The Sheep!
Brandon Gray
Pretty good if OC.
Kayden Taylor
Very Nice
Bentley Rodriguez
My excellent new poem:
The establishment does not care about the long forgotten and beleaguered white working class
The ordinary and decent British electorate must vote them out of power
Through populist politics was delivered the glorious victory of the Brexit referendum
The legitimate nationalist movement must capitalise on patriotic anti-immigration sentiment
Let us build a legitimate British nationalist political party to achieve electoral success
A legitimate nationalist party must be the voice of our people and deliver them from the dead end road of demos and marches
The establishment wants us to waste our time following the Tommy Robinson and Football Lads Alliance roadshow
Let us defy the establishment and beat them by the ballot box
Only legitimate local politics will yield victory for British nationalism
By campaigning on local issues can British nationalists can attain political power
Let us devote all our efforts to gaining political power
We must listen to the long forgotten and beleaguered white working class betrayed by the establishment
Let us show the ordinary decent British electorate legitimate British nationalism is the only alternative
Through determined and devoted struggle and great leadership we will prove legitimate electoral politics is the way forward for British nationalism
We must show the long forgotten and beleaguered white working class we fight for them
The sun shines brightly in the sky
Reflecting our glorious citadel of nationalism
The dawn of British nationalist political power is upon us
Only through the correct application of local politics and populism
Will we attain political power and guarantee victory for our noble cause
Joseph Kelly
Looks more like an essay or a speech to me, good nevertheless.
Jacob Russell
Furriners get out.
LOCAL politics. No poz.
Done. Okay thank you.
We are called the fellas from Zig Forums,
Our manifesto is here writ,
You shouldn't be foreign
And poz is abhorrent
Okay thank you that's about it
Blake Lewis
Dane-Geld
A.D. 980-1016
It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation
To call upon a neighbour and to say: –
"We invaded you last night–we are quite prepared to fight,
Unless you pay us cash to go away."
And that is called asking for Dane-geld,
And the people who ask it explain
That you've only to pay 'em the Dane-geld
And then you'll get rid of the Dane!
It is always a temptation for a rich and lazy nation,
To puff and look important and to say: –
"Though we know we should defeat you, we have not the time to meet you.
We will therefore pay you cash to go away."
And that is called paying the Dane-geld;
But we've proved it again and again,
That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld
You never get rid of the Dane.
It is wrong to put temptation in the path of any nation,
For fear they should succumb and go astray;
So when you are requested to pay up or be molested,
You will find it better policy to say: –
"We never pay any-one Dane-geld,
No matter how trifling the cost;
For the end of that game is oppression and shame,
And the nation that pays it is lost!"
Ayden Evans
My father in law wrote a poem the other day:
He's been afraid to publish it anywhere.
Aaron Walker
dont want brexit lads
Anthony Morris
faggot
Nathaniel Rodriguez
True story tbf
Landon Ortiz
Father of colour lad?
Josiah Perry
In 66 days, on the 6th of April at the 6th hour we will know if the Parliament has declared November 5th to be the National Day of Action by delaying a No Deal Brexit.
I wonder why I warn you about banging your head on the wall, you still do it anyway, like you did when I warned you last summer and it happened earlier this month. At least I did what I could to stop it by sharing the dire portent. Dreamed something, said something
Kevin Powell
Get the precog to look at what happened in France this summer too for confirmation while you're at it.
no the new one, the old one makes shit up ;^)
David Edwards
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Chase Wright
why put out false graphs ilfiltrator, r1b is more common in celts
Jason Young
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Austin Moore
I thought Yorkshire was the most Saxon place in England?
Ian Williams
if you mean pre-roman proto-germanics, then yes, they are
Samuel Thompson
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Brayden Lewis
Adrian Russell
Getting onion link
Angel Young
beady eye anglokike on my right
Ian Miller
written by gr8 gr8 grandad
Michael Allen
>>>/pol02/
Robert Bell
Use the actual poem you ape, it's called 'The Beginnings' and is about the English, not Saxons. en.wikipedia.org
Benjamin Butler
Yes but the Danes later took it. Yorkshire was the centre of viking power in England.
Kent was settled by the Jutes. Before that Julius Caesar described the people there as Belgae, a Gallic tribe. Ignored for years as wrong, but modern DNA evidence has confirmed it.
Gavin Cook
there is no conspiracy user
Eli Johnson
>tfw I'm visiting York with Italian lass next weekend
Sebastian Scott
how the fuck is this one not a memi?
Mr Kipling makes exceedingly good poetry
Rudyard Kipling
The Stranger
The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk–
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the soul behind.
The men of my own stock,
They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wanted to,
They are used to the lies I tell;
And we do not need interpreters
When we go to buy or sell.
The Stranger within my gates,
He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control–
What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
Shall repossess his blood.
The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad they may be,
But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
And see the things I see;
And whatever I think of them and their likes
They think of the likes of me.
This was my father's belief
And this is also mine:
Let the corn be all one sheaf–
And the grapes be all one vine,
Ere our children's teeth are set on edge
By bitter bread and wine.