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WHITE WOMAN'S ANGER
Dagmar
Brenne
Behold
a thing beneath the sun,
That
should not be and never done,
A
thing so vile, that God forbid,
The
fruit of which cannot be hid.
White
woman loosed from band and tether,
Oh
white man, hold your house together!
For
it is women, blond and fair,
That
seek in Kenya lovers there.
A
dusky love-boy to engage,
He
doesn't mind her middle-age.
A
Negro stud, no if or whether,
Oh
white man hold your house together!
And
could it be, the tryst bears fruit,
Gives
her belated motherhood.
A
hasty marriage, just in name,
A
milk-brown child, there is no shame,
In
multi-culture's panorama-
Could
head for fame, just like Obama!
Does
white man care, show his dismay?
Oh,
scarcely so, he led the way!
He
beat the track to Asia's town,
To
foreign ways accustomed grown,
He
chose no white spouse for his life,
He
took himself an Asian wife.
For
yes, a thing beneath the sun,
White
man's decline had longer run.
When
white man wed outside his race,
A
slap into white woman's face.
A
trickle turned into a flood,
when
men took wives of Asian blood.
White
woman lost her way, her path,
The
white race turmoil's aftermath.
The
fusion of confusing lives,
With
dusky babes and Asian wives.
A
shiftless, restless merchants' brood,
They
have no land, they have no root.
Does
not the ANTHEM sing her grace?
White
woman's song, so fair of face!
And
white man, who is faithful and true
And
drinking songs for me and you!
A healthful land, no if or whether,
When White Men held their house together!
