We MUST — and we shall unquestioningly obey
our orange overlord and cosmic father DONALD T.
All individuality must be renounced as we find our collective greatness in Him. For 2018, our shining patriarch alone can give meaning to our spiritually empty and sexually repressed white lives as we unite behind the banner of a new U.S.A. Only through rigid adherence to masculine and deeply nationalistic values shall the mystic rebirth in Greatness become possible. And it will be YUGE, this rebirth. Donald Himself will be the midwife when the waters break and the contractions begin. Being male and willing to suffer for the Fatherland, we will steel our collective will and refuse the offer of epidural. This collective birth into Greatness will be simultaneous with massive awakening as we arise from the paralyzing sleep of globalist technocrat control. Our Orange Daddy and omnipotent midwife will deliver this collective baby into a post-globalist world.
His meme shall be: TRUMP/PENCE 2020 !
White folks: pack your bags and go.
Our nut-brown world is quite offended.
Make your shamefaced exit NOW,
and leave your mansions unattended.
Wait—before you pass the doors,
it’s time to settle ethnic scores.
No more ragtime Minstrel show.
Our Moorish science took it down.
Black lives matter. White, less so—
now move your paleface out of town . . .
but first, shell out for racial shame
Caucasian losers of the game.
Cultural pride is ours alone:
kings and Egyptian queens we were.
The glories of our race, well-known
bedazzle in a darkened blur
(clear to Africa’s descendants—
puzzling to you white dependents).
Blackness lent your world its light,
taught the Dutch to tend those flowers.
Scandinavia grew bright
under our beneficent powers.
Negroes gave your blondes their beauty;
helped those Norsemen shake their booty.
The Seven Wonders of the world:
we built them all. No vain conjecture
dims our banner, black, unfurled,
above eternal architecture.
Arts and knowledge gained from us
are what we threaten to discuss.
We invented math and science
which you robbed from Timbuktu.
Swarthy wisdom’s brave defiance
caused Old Europe to renew.
All our treasure that you plundered
testifies: your days are numbered.
Classics of our Greeks you stole:
Philosophy was never yours.
Shame upon your racist soul;
for Bach and Mozart both were Moors.
call for ruthless hard-line measures.
Latino fate falls next— but, where ?
Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ?
choose your side and join the fight.
Blackness rising! Late the hour;
heed your call to fight the power.
Crackers need to check your race
stop rooting for that vulgar clown…
Rednecks all up in our face;
racist throwbacks got us down.
But as your statues bite the dust
your light goes dark (you know it must).
So move on out, oppressor, thief.
Long have you held our nation back.
In some white galaxy seek relief—
but here the light itself is black.
Stars are racist. So is the sun.
Now let God’s great black will be done.