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.