The West has fallen, billions must die
A poem about the Chud
I met a man once, in a café with his chums, sweetening their drinks with a few sugar lumps, as he stood up clearing his voice, with its sharp raise killing all the noise and declared:
“My name is Chud and this decree, I cry:
The West has fallen as billions must die!”
As he pondered quite loudly others wonder and asked “Why do you say that and demand one such genocidal task?”
“The West is gone, its patriarchy cucked. Men grow breasts and by other men are fucked.”
“But we have progressed and achieved so much. Are you blind to our progress hating it such?”
“The West I long for, for long has been gone. Columbia has fallen and the Empire is gone.”
“But we have diversified, and been culturally enriched. Hate is no more and bigotry is ditched.”
“The West has fallen and its people diluted. It is my demand for the billions to be uprooted.”
“Who are these billions of whom you speak with loathsome passion?”
“These I hate the most: The Jeet, the Black and the Chink; the bane of the world who cheat, freeload and stink.”
“Why are you so hateful, Chud? Why these calls for death?”
“The West has fallen, its culture diminished. Interbred identity’s meaning has vanished. All I demand from them is less birth than their death.”
“You’re welcome to leave!” Utters the Canuck scholar hiding his head.”
“This coming from the man who wants children dead.” The Canuck can’t take it. He melts down, starts crying. He grabs his man-purse and like an owl starts flying.
“The West has fallen and its scholars are cooked. They’re all full of shit with their noses hooked.”
“That’s anti-Semitic! Remember their pain!”
“That is the truth and their pain is their gain.”
The brethren rose and in one voice they shouted once more “The West had fallen and this crap we’ll take no more!”