Motherhood

`Motherhood! That most wondrous duty!
Motherhood! Such is the most holy mission!
Motherhood! Uniquely which in age gives beauty!
Motherhood! Grants victory in the war of attrition!

Motherhood is to woman what war is to man,
Valentina Vassilyev and her children sixty-nine,
Are Alexander's conquests of Egypt and Iran.
Each one's deed exalts the glory of the bloodline.

A woman's greatest gift is a pure noble child,
Her womb the fiercest front of this struggle and war,
Source of every man of stature to whom God smiled,
To raise great men is the life women most adore.

Each with children nine, ten, eleven, twelve and on,
To be glorified with the one-eighty Alamo martyrs,
And the warriors of the Cross against the Quran,
Without men there is no victory over today's Tartars.

A doting wife and mother is a warrior's great asset,
Creating a passionate fire in their every heart,
To defend such a woman he shall his duty not forget,
No terror of the enemy could tear such bond apart.

She who bears fruit pure in flesh and spirit not?
Ah! Lower than a coward and traitor is she!
Beneath even Ephialtes of Trachis she shall rot!
Drags she millennia of toil and legacy into the sea!

So as heroic man may not leave his guardpost,
Lest he make all glory and triumph before him null,
May she not into distracting frivolities be engrossed,
Lest she her good blood and folk seek to cull.`

Fourth Reading of my work on the Amerikaner network
https://amerikaner.org/betrayal/

Here is the third reading of Gordan Kahl of my work on Amerikaner! This is one of the better ones in my view.
https://amerikaner.org/lost-lands-and-cities/

Street Activists

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Hail to the vanguard soldiers of our great race!
The warriors of the streets who for us fight,
While the bitter enemies seek us to replace,
And the masses are sleeping in a quiet night.

Marching on where certain does seem defeat,
The aristocratic soul through generations resonates,
As a true fascist against time for a great feat,
Next to those of the Heroic Age and the olden states.

Hail Wessel, Codreanu, Rundo, the murdered sixteen!
Hail all of the folk's other martyrs and confessors,
The Klan, The Order, Active Clubs, and all inbetween!
Too many to list, not to honor, let us be their successors!

Not in the face of millions of men in hardy uniform,
But in the daily struggle of this cruel beast against,
Our existence is most imperiled by the fiery hailstorm,
In this decisive grapple we must be most incensed!

Only these brave endure every risk and pain,
Without reward and losing all man's possession,
But only these brave are worthy of glory to reign,
In face of every defeat they grant no cession.

Woe to the coward who knows but acts not!
For what have all our forebearers then done?
Millennia of beauty so that we may die and rot?
All for nothing without our arms facing the sun!

For as one man with courage makes a majority,
But a thousand Blackshirts can conquer nations,
Men of action will live forever proving superiority,
No coward is capable of reforging foundations.

So march forward facing the sun White man,
Be worthy of the title Aryan, represent that nobility,
Embrace mistress death if you must for your clan,
And be a celebrated hero next to God for eternity.
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Here is the second reading of Gordan Kahl of my work! Fitting that this one should fall on the birthday of Rudolf Hess who was himself a great peace advocate in the face of brother wars. He did make a couple of mistakes this time though, oh well...
https://amerikaner.org/war-dead/

Adolf Hitler

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From Vienna's polluted streets to world hero,
Europe's timeless champion from a homeless romantic,
The world in his hand when he started from zero,
His spirit keeps us alive across the Pacific and Atlantic!

Alexander, Caesar, and Charlemagne of the modern day,
If they could, cowards would deny this tale so grand,
As with Heracles, Achilles, and Christ they all say!
None have been so devoted to race and Fatherland.

Fought for his people no matter what it cost him,
Justly earned his Iron Cross for valor and bravery,
Among the worst conditions he risked life and limb,
After the great slaughter fought against Jewish slavery.

Trauma, suicide, communism, corruption, and every vice,
All plagued and rotted his great big German family,
There was one master behind it all, he must clean this lice!
But what could such a small man do in the face of calamity?

Rousing his kin and fighting traitors in the street,
Many more SA men were slain in this righteous fight,
To whom we shall forever toast in victory or defeat,
On his firm steed of willpower rode this fine knight!

Finally Germany free! But the Jew seeks destruction,
He hates to see the Aryan race happy and healthy,
The race mobilized to suicide with treasonous corruption,
Stalin, Churchill, Roosevelt murder to make Jews wealthy.

Yet by the swastika banner is Europe conquered and freed,
The race's cruel death march heroically overthrown,
The SS does unite against Bolshevism and Jewish greed,
As master of Europe does the Aryan reclaim his throne!

As the sons of Pharisees, fathers of evil, inheritors of hellfire,
Burned by the eternal righteous symbol of the Aryan race,
Waged a genocidal struggle, the situation became dire,
Would crooked or straight define Europe's new face?

Alas with tears in our eyes we must announce the good lost,
Slain in the field by their own misguided lied-to brother,
Then in the gutter the Jew him and his country tossed,
Tens of millions of our best dead, Europe crying, our mother.

Yet the flame of the hero still burns today in all our heart,
Dispossessed, the swastika banner in the wind still does flutter,
Stand proud for centuries will we if we must just for a new start,
This time the world and our enemies will melt like butter.

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HAIL HITLER!
HAIL VICTORY!

Amerikaner Community Radio has begun a weekly series where they agreed to read out some of my poems! Here is the first one.
https://amerikaner.org/glory-to-the-fatherland/