The Birth Of A Nation Poem by Michael Walker

A nation's born with every babe's first breath,
Yet in this state the womb is damned to death,
As parents waste away, enslaved to meth,
Before the pillars of the Sons of Seth.

A nation dies each time a child is born,
As lovers mourn the coming of the morn,
And sex before self-sacrifice is sworn,
As the veil of the Temple is torn.

The eagle rises from the woodland ash,
And takes the snake into his talon's grasp!
Sodom and Gomorrah, rum and lash!
The courtesans yield their calves to the asp!

The Founders founder upon foreign shores,
Whilst Moloch eats our children on all fours.