Rudyard Kipling
1914
For all we have and are,
For all our children’s fate,
Stand up and take the war.
The Hun is at the gate!
Our world has passed away,
In wantonness o’erthrown.
There is nothing left to-day
But steel and fire and stone!
Though all we knew depart,
The old Commandments stand:—
“In courage keep your heart,
In strength lift up your hand.”
Once more we hear the word
That sickened earth of old:—
“No law except the Sword
Unsheathed and uncontrolled.”
Once more it knits mankind,
Once more the nations go
To meet and break and bind
A crazed and driven foe.
Comfort, content, delight,
The ages’ slow-bought gain,
They shrivelled in a night.
Only ourselves remain
To face the naked days
In silent fortitude,
Through perils and dismays
Renewed and re-renewed.
Though all we made depart,
The old Commandments stand:—
“In patience keep your heart,
In strength lift up your hand.”
No easy hope or lies
Shall bring us to our goal,
But iron sacrifice
Of body, will, and soul.
There is but one task for all—
One life for each to give.
What stands if Freedom fall?
Who dies if England live?
The Hun was not at your gate.
great, magnificent poem (except the Hun part), but I’d like to say that we could have evaded a good part of this, if we had only stood our ground and DEMANDED White lands for White ppl. ONLY !
Just exchange “Hun” with non-white immigrant and the poem makes perfect sense for today.
“Who dies if England live?”
Since the early 1970s, the trips I have made to the UK were intended to meet English women with blond hair, since to my eyes English roses with blond hair are the most beautiful girls on earth. I wished I could only touch the blond hair.
I know some people say that human beauty is in the eye that sees it, but something inside tells me it is something fairly objective: something like the teleological goal of our universe.
But the last time I visited London in the 1990s I saw advertisements everywhere of Negroes with white English girls—everywhere!