Over mountains and hills, across boundless areas, the first oxen walked in dust, in the Groot Trek. The axle has broken and the cow has died. But in front, in the wagon chest, the Hollandse Bible faithfully trekked with them.  

The Boer has decided to trek inland because in the Cape, the Englishman and Raca were already completely mad. The farms were covered in smoke because of arson and Edom limited the Boer’s freedom through his legislation.

The path to the North, the West, the South and the East were tainted red with blood. Fearless heroes died there courageously, for future descendants. Barefoot, the women and daughters trekked over rough surfaces, across valleys and over cliffs, in order to obtain the wilderness for their children, in freedom.

In the groaning sound of the ox wagon, the Boer left his mark behind him. Civilizations quickly started stretching over hills and humps, across the fields. But unfortunately the towers of the church appeared first in the little towns. Soon thereafter the first courts of law were also noticed and summarily the Boer was again limited in his freedom.

The lazy Englishman again followed on the tracks of the Boer like a vulture. Yes, to obtain the wealth of the virgin land for his abomination-queen. Again limited in our freedom, the church again permeated the gullible Boer with the big lie, through brainwashing.

We are earmarked to work like slaves for a satanic one-world-order in a one-world-system. The farms become deserted and just like the dark-skins, the Boer begins to work in the mines for English-Jewish men.

In volk-treason we are finally brought down by a man with the surname de Klerk. In this way we are trampled by our enemy. Through a global world-order they were strengthened. But the winds of change have turned and the West is punished, and they are hit by their own dung.

The Broederbond vow and the sins of the fathers are now inherited by the children and the abomination church fall in their midst first. With Europe’s Judgment purposefully carved out on Elohim’s measuring pole, their punishment in Judgment comes, ample and unlimited.

But in the beautiful country in the South there stands a noble wheat sheaf, they are waiting to inherit the Kingdom of God, for the New Period, as firstlings. So, listen to the echo in the groaning of Ox Wagon, stretching far into history. And know, in the Big Mercy of God, the persevering Boer stands planted like a young lion, ready and strong.