This is a poem that I wrote called ‘ballad of the black legion’
The rebel flag hangs overpast, our legions march below.
The White Mans klan is here to stay, and reap what we have sown
For the land of anglos has been forsake, it is we who must atone.
To kick out the foreign race, To reclaim the White Mans home
A thousand times we may fall, yet our goal we shall not miss.
To save this sacred country, from the sea of endless abyss.