In the monotonous bang of the vain wagtail against the glass window, it is only the liberalist in his self-destruction that does not allow anything to stop or check him and in his foolish decision he attempts to include his entire species in his downfall.

So, what does one do with the pieces of a once beautiful but now broken jar? Behold, the branches of a dead brush are also not even used for firewood. So therefore just listen to the big sigh of a once noble volk, now only Raca’s slave-booty.

So what is the use of the bitter pain of a pelvis only stretched open for a miscarriage because that which is impure and unfit in the pure chronicle has to go out into the fire oven. So the Boer nation sits crippled, both her ankles sprained and she cannot avoid the danger she finds herself in. Judgment does not allow Himself to be checked in His revenge because God hates the coloured skin. Yes, in the monotonous bang of the vain wagtail against the glass window, it is only the foolish liberalist that does not allow himself to be stopped or checked in his self-destruction.