www.revelationsofjudithdebeer.co.za

With her love for God abated, a volk made a horrendous mess. Therefore, bring the crepe cloths in mourning. Look, the spiritual light of the Boer-volk is burning exceedingly weak due to the actions of her churches.  

With loud applause in stadiums built around rugby fields, the grave of the Boer-volk was dug with their own hands. Loyal to idolatry, a volk trusted in her idols and icons. Those who wanted to stick to the good old values of their fathers, they were booed as backward by their co-citizens.   

With a yes-vote they bit of more than they could chew. Therefore, they followed and crawled behind their oppressors. The once proud Orange, White and Blue was condemned as a scrub swab. Their precious maidens then became prostitutes for Raca.

Their young men, who were supposed to keep their inheritance safe, they suffer in gutters, emaciated, weak and tired. They swore their precious loyalty to drugs and liquor. So that the old patriarch, once stately men, now must beg with outstretched hand as car guard.   

Therefore, listen to the song of lamentation of the once proud peacock. He weeps over lost king-feathers that he cannot fold out to flaunt anymore. But from stadiums built around rugby fields, the loud applause still comes. For foreign-nation hands that now hold the rugby trophy high for drunk Boer men.