WE’RE EIGHT PER CENT

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We’re eight per cent, there’s nothing more,

That Europe has to give,

It’s five-to-midnight for our race,

We only wish to live;

Upon this earth as others do,

We’ve given much, we are but few,

If we’re to die then you must too,

There’s not much else to do.

We’re eight per cent, you’re many,

Ours a stricken realm,

You stand to kill the golden goose,

Your numbers overwhelm,

If we’re to die then what of you,

Night will fall if dark winds blew,

O’er folk who gave their all.

Every soul of other race,

You reaped what we have sown,

Why take away your Europe folk,

Through whom our world has grown,

There’s not a single one of you,

Who never reaped our corn;

If Europe’s folk should disappear,

The world must know no dawn.

MICHAEL WALSH FORBIDDEN POETRY

‘The American Negro remains a Negro first. The Jew remains a Jew wherever in the world he is. The Aryan remains tribal; fighting his own kind. The idiot of the species fights on behalf of his race’s enemies to destroy his own kind. Nothing is too base for him. He is as much an aberration of nature as would be the Jew who pays an Arab to kill a fellow Jew. The race-mixing cults sold their souls, their heritage and their people.’ ~ Michael Walsh.

‘In the end, all will be forgiven save treachery to one’s race.’ ~ Rudolf Hess was murdered whilst in British custody. 1894~1987