Weapons of choice

One day on this meaningless

Journey through life

I met a tall man crying.

I asked him why a strong man wept.

He said his race was dying.

And a tear fell, ' though he told it well,

For none would pause to consider his cause.

He spoke of scorn and apathy

From family and wife,

And how his friends deserted him

When he told the law of life.

And a tear fell, ' though he told it well,

For none would pause to consider his cause.

He spoke of White men from the past

With courage beyond measure,

And how this selfish generation

Sells their race for pleasure.

And a tear fell, ' though he told it well,

For none would pause to consider his cause.

Then he spoke of little ones,

The children who are White

Soon slaughtered by an alien horde

Because their parents would not fight.

And a tear fell, ' though he told it well,

For none would pause to consider his cause.

Then his long body shook

And his big heart broke

And the tears on his cheeks did glisten.

And the last words that he ever spoke:

"My people would not listen."

And a tear fell, ' though he told it well,

For none would pause to consider his cause.