Once upon a time the salt was good and the honey was sweet. But in the coals that were glowing once upon a time, there is no glow anymore and in the ash remainders, the white wood that was once noble, is now only soot. Therefore, everything left and liberal must now pay for their abominations.  

Far-far in the distant past, someone once asked: Who can serve two masters? Look, the one will earn his respect, while the other will have to forego his love. Therefore you cannot serve God and Mammon simultaneously.

Oh, who could know and who could suspect, the Boer stands under the world-law, far from his gun. Therefore everyone wipes the floor with him contemptuously. Tragically enough, through this, brothers look down on blood-brothers.

So, ten are standing there. Five have seen the light and five has seen the darkness. But look, the noble bull is castrated and the now blind ox is led with a strap. So, woe to the big day of the very small germ. Yes, only one out of ten will see the promised day of God.

God has called to meet a volk, but there was no troop that was ready and that answered His call. He called again, but nobody approached Him excitedly and with speed. Therefore He said: With misery and poverty I will now meet them and in famine they will have to pay because of their lovelessness towards Me.

In the Bar, the Pub and Canteen, the big love for sport and merrymaking germinated. On the question, is there still a living God, a volk answered very sluggishly: Who knows, perhaps? Therefore, ensure crop failure and let no seed germinate anymore. Look, Elohim has seen the unfaithfulness of His volk.

Once upon a time the salt was good but now it is insipid. So, how will it again be fed, with taste? Look, it is now running out of the hourglass quickly, in an immigration procession. And the once-proud Boer, now without any hope or courage, greets his country and for the last time he lifts, in salute, his farewell greeting, feeling homesick.