It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.
Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.
I recently went to a newly-opened library where I live, in Labour-run Southwark, south east London. I was pleasantly surprised to find Kipling well represented. There's hope yet...
I cant help feeling this poem is prophetic, that Kipling was guided by the spiritual force of his blood kin to write this for the future that he could not possibly have foreseen but somehow intuited. That time is now and this poem shall be our inspiration and prayer and rallying theme. God is an Englishman and he wants his home back.
Somehow this Poem has Morphed into 'The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon' which I can appreciate will have a wider appeal, in a 'Game of Thrones' way to Patriots under Siege and on all Sides by the Left Wing/Islamic Global Alliance. History has shown how Other Forces of Evil have underestimated the Awakened Resolve of the 'English/Saxon' to Fight Back and Win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your Yank brothers will make a statement Jan 6 2021