Moors, Indians, and Africans are substituting your people. Soon, pretty natural blonde and blue-eyed people will stop getting born. Accept your end. It looks like those white Gen Z kids are helping the thirdies win over you.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking chimp, a Brazilian favelado,
That struts and frets its life upon the futsal court,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by a dago, full of ooks and eeks,
Signifying nothing.