England's Might

England is on the change

2012-01-14T04:55:00.000-08:00

England is on the change - almost nothing is as it was.

Hardly any of it for the better or the good.

England is under strain - you can hear her silent groan.

As she slowly dips her head beneath the flood.

England is all mixed up - she has lost her oneness.

She knows not who she is or who she was.

England has thrown in her hand - she sees the game as lost.

Breaks her heart to see what she is, to what she was.

England is crying tears - it hurts like nothing else can.

Her soul ripped apart and well and truly trashed.

England is hurting and aching - the pain it overwhelms.

She has taken a beating and now looks fully thrashed.

England has lost her way - she knows not where to go.

As there are no true English at the tiller or the wheel.

England is going down - to the depths she’ll surely sink.

The threat is not imagined but all too real.

England needs a captain - to take the helm and show the way.

To steer her straight, and on a course for better times.

England needs delousing - she needs rid of all the scum.

The riddance of those foul and degenerate minds.

England is full up - and she can’t take anymore.

She is crammed and already fit to bursting at the seams.

England is divided - the division grows each day.

As each group competes and takes it to extremes.

England for the English - let them be themselves again.

Let them show the world once more how great they can be.

England oh my England - we will not let you die.

For the fighting English know only triumph and victory.

The Face In The Crowd

2011-11-23T01:52:00.000-08:00

It’s amazing when you look out all around you,

And you see the people huddled together in the crowd.

How they differ in stature dress actions and appearance.

How they sound alien when they speak out aloud.

The heaving mass moves pushes and strains.

Going nowhere but just to stay in one place.

No room to manoeuvre or lay down any roots.

So to fall would be to vanish without a trace.

The pushing and pulling is starting to get harder.

As each tries to get the most for them that they can.

Resources and space are getting much more scarcer.

Due to the borders long ago having become overran.

The crowd is now cliquing and becoming rather tribal.

And each group bands together in racial solidarity.

Jealousy hatred and loathing raise their ugly heads.

As now each group eyes the other for the slightest disparity.

Eventually and inevitably the violent clashes begin.

Human nature breaks free and begins to take control.

Survival of the fittest, the smartest and the strongest,

Are guaranteed as natures eternal law plays out and unfolds.

The bloody battles are long painful and exhausting.

As each single tribe fights for the right to rule and to exist.

It is a time of brave warriors and of gifted strong leaders.

A time when only death or victory could make them desist.

As the smoke of battle clears and there the victorious stand.

Their leaders standing before them waving, scarred bloody and brave.

Accepting the salute of their army with raised arms that point to the sky.

Each man he did his duty; his people and country his duty to save.

Now the crowd has become much smaller with resources enough to go round.

Roots once more are planted and open spaces once again abound.

No more fighting pushing and shoving as each of us share and help out.

No more differences envy or suspicion, we pull together in our unity found.

A year later we gather to remember our selflessly brave and heroic dead.

We think back to those who warned us, of those too arrogant and blind to see.

A scarred and lined face looks to the heavens and says a silent prayer of thanks.

With renewed hope and glad to have played his part; that face in the crowd is me.

The Nationalist

2011-11-13T12:09:00.000-08:00

He is like a relic from the past.

A modern reminder of a bygone age.

Traditionalist, patriotic and steadfast

In his beliefs and unyielding in his rage.

He sees the changes to his country,

They eat into everything and all.

His religion, race, and culture are

Diluted and sneakily hidden as they now appal.

He sees his leaders cheat lie and betray.

His country and his folk cast aside.

History, great battles and Empire stripped

From his children along with their pride.

He sees the relentless stream of immigrants,

Our politicians give them a covert nod.

Overwhelming consuming devouring taking,

Stealing the land that our ancestors trod.

He sees indifference and lethargy in his people.

They live for today at the cost of tomorrow.

Once so strong, defiant, proud and brave

But now, so lost and heaping up their own sorrow.

He sees the traitors for exactly what they are.

Enemies of the nation, a death-knell for his folk.

They live in the shadows accumulating power,

Which they will use to destroy us, as Satan they evoke.

The Nationalist he is the last of his kind.

The defender of his country, protector of his kin.

He is all that they aren’t and all that they hate,

The last man standing between a loss or a win.

Love at first sight

2011-10-04T08:30:00.000-07:00

I remember it like yesterday.

So clear and fresh in my mind.

I saw her on the bus to work,

She was simply just one of a kind.

My heart it started leaping.

And my tongue it went all dry.

My vision went rather blurry and

The sweat dripped down into my eye.

I sat there just simply staring,

My body I could hardly move.

My hands were starting to tremble,

As my brain told me I was in love.

She stood up and moved to the exit.

My eyes watched her get off the bus.

My heart it was already pining,

I don’t usually make such a fuss.

And then from the bus stop emerged

A man with a smile on his face.

He calmly put his arms around her,

And they fell into a warm embrace.

I sat there all torn and broken.

My heart smashed all over the floor.

Then at the next stop an angel got on

And I promptly fell in love once more.

Odd Man Out

2011-09-30T01:06:00.001-07:00

When I’m told it has always been this way,

That nothing has really changed.

That Britain is a mongrel nation,

And that nothing was rearranged.

When I see an African up my street.

And I’m told that’s how it’s always been.

Same for an Arab, Asian or a China man,

And they say, it’s not as odd as it would seem.

When I see my national flag torn down

Because they say it is racist and offends,

Same goes for our history, religion and food -

And the countless other things we must amend.

When they tell me that what is mine is theirs,

Yet theirs is theirs and their own sole domain.

And that feeling like a stranger in my own town

Is the very first sign of my going insane.

When they tell me all these things and more

And I ponder and have a very good look about.

Would you agree with me that they are wrong?

Or am I really, just the odd man out?

Awakening

2011-09-22T01:31:00.000-07:00

I know now when it started, but it wasn’t that long ago.
It kind of struck me all at once, and filled me up with rage.
I’m not an angry person; in fact I’m rather mild,
But some things make a man angry, especially when he thinks of his child.

I was in the city centre, and I haven’t been there for a while.
The shops were all a changing, and the language was different too.
And I couldn’t help but notice, the hatred in their eyes.
And the look on the face of the foreigner made me start as I realised.

The look it told me be careful, and watch your back as well.
It spoke to me of untold danger and I’d do well not to return the stare,
Alarm bells they were a ringing; I could hear them loud and clear.
So this was the day an outnumbered lone Englishman began to live in fear.

It wasn’t the fear of coward’s; it wasn’t that I was physically scared,
Not in a personal sense at least, it was more a fear for my kids.
It struck me like a thunderbolt as I saw the future for us all.
The anger welled up inside me, as it dawned of what would befall.

How did it take so long I asked, before the penny finally dropped?
Was I sleeping the sleep of the ignorant, the dumb or the woolly sheep?
My head by now it was reeling; to think I had all but been taken in,
By the silvery forked-tongue of the conman; the self-serving politician.

They’ve lied to us all for decades, and they’ll lie for decades to come,
The damage they’ve done will continue, if the people don’t wake up soon.
The signs are already out there, you don’t need to look very far,
To see the changes which have altered this country; a wound that will never scar.

Those Fine Young Men

2011-09-17T04:38:00.000-07:00

How brave they were those fine young men, who came running when their country called.

Love of country, folk, family and faith would propel them over the top.

So young, so brave and some would say naïve, who queued up at recruitment halls.

Only to be greeted by lead from machine guns; so many of the brave would drop.

Now nearly a century has passed since those fine young men, who came running when their country called.

Their country has changed beyond all recognition; invaded by the foreign hordes.

If they could wipe the mud out from their eyes, and see what I see now.

Would they have been so quick to enlist and that early meeting with their Lord.

“We have been sold out!” Would say those fine young men, who came running when their country called.

Their sacrifice loyalty and patriotism, not worth a damn of the politician’s cause.

They lied to them then and they lie to us now, the truth becomes a blur.

And the people of today bear witness to the storming of our shores.

“How could this happen?” Would say those fine young men, who came running when their country called.

A country lost and occupied without a fight with no gunpowder burned.

Yet all around the protected foe, whose huge temples cover the land,

Are readying themselves for Jihad, the worm has truly turned.

“Please tell no more.” Would say those fine young men, who came running when their country called.

For what they would hear would break their hearts, a pain they could not bear.

And as our leaders bow down to grovel and kiss the many feet of the foe.

The tears well up in England - for our leaders do not care.

“Let us rest in peace.” Would say those fine young men, who came running when their country called.

They can see Great Britain no longer, an Empire lost from sight.

If only people had listened when the prophet Enoch he did warn.

Then those fine young men and the rest of us could be openly proud of being white.

Mohammed

2011-09-15T14:41:00.000-07:00

There’s a bloke at my workplace called Mohammed, who seems quite religious to me.
As he always has his arse in the air, except when it’s time for tea.

But the minute the boss says “C’mon lads over ‘ere and lets unload the van.”
Mohammed comes over all holy, and rushes to grab his Koran.

It may be just coincidence, that the urges to pray, and time to work, correspond.
You can’t blame me for noticing, when it’s me that’s always at the bosses command.

Now I don’t want to say that he’s lazy, as that may be construed the wrong way.
As he’s a Muslim I have to be careful, and watch every word that I say.

But I know now that being a Christian, is not all it’s cracked up to be.
As I never get a Sunday off, or a even a religious holiday.

So I’m thinking of turning Pagan, or something along those lines.
If only to find some equality; in these plainly unequal times.

Immigration

2011-09-15T01:18:00.000-07:00

It started with a very gentle trickle,
As they told us we needed more men.
As they’d needlessly killed off half of ours,
In Europe’s Armageddon.

They brought them in by the boatload.
From our old Empire, dark and gone.
And the people looked on in puzzlement,
At that which was now being done.

It was plain they did not want them.
This was obvious right from the start.
But they just kept on packing them in.
Peoples wishes they’d just disregard.

After a time the people got restless,
And they started to speak out quite loud.
So the government started looking hard,
For strong measures to silence the crowd.

They brought out over much legislation,
To make it a crime to act or complain.
New buzzwords they were invented,
To ensure that the immigrants still came.

The Bigot, the Nazi and Racist,
Are just some of the terms they agreed.
To use as a weapon against those,
Who were brave and felt so aggrieved.

Now time has moved on since then,
And the numbers are way off the scale.
But nobody dares to complain or object,
As they’ll likely end up in some jail.

So the immigrants just keep on coming,
And England just keeps filling up.
Our own people in great numbers, are leaving,
As they are completely fed up.

Our country is now unrecognisable,
Compared to that cherished land before they all came.
Too many changes languages and cultures.
It is now Britain only in name.

So the politicians got their utopia,
By means so foul and unfair.
And the people still remain silent,
As to speak out they do not dare.

So what now of England and Britain,
Is this it, the end of the line?
Are we just going to accept our fate,
And sit and watch as our nation declines?

The history of England says different,
We’ve never gone down without a fight.
And it won’t be any different this time,
As we muster up England’s might.

So keep faith in your race and your nation,
As their backs are now nearing the wall.
A most dangerous and unpredictable situation,
As who knows what may eventually befall.

Where's England?

2011-09-15T01:14:00.000-07:00

Has anyone here seen England?
As I ain't been gone too long.
I came back only yesterday.
But I must have got it wrong.

Has anyone here seen England?
Because nothing seems the same.
I feel I am lost or mistaken.
Hey politician what's your game?

Has anyone here seen England?
As it seems to have disappeared.
This is not what I remember.
My old haunts have all been cleared.

Has anyone here seen England?
As I used to know her well.
But now I just see strangers.
From where I cannot tell.

Has anyone here seen England?
If I had known I would never have gone.
I'd have stayed to keep her English.
And stopped 'em coming from where they come from.

Has anyone here seen England?
Please forgive me for starting to weep.
But I feel I am talking to myself.
As the English are all asleep!