Anonymous ID: 9765f4 March 26, 2019, 3:59 a.m. No.5899941   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0084 >>0170

The Best of MacLeod

 

"Come out for the Domhnall, ye brave men and proud,

The scion of Torquil and best of MacLeod!

With purpose and strength he came down from his tower

To snatch from a tyrant his ill-gotten power.

Now the cry has gone up with a cheer from the crowd:

“Come out for the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!”

When freedom is threatened by slavery’s chains

And voices are silenced as misery reigns,

We’ll come out for a leader whose courage is true

Whose virtues are solid and long overdue.

For, he’ll never forget us, we men of the crowd

Who elected the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

When crippling corruption polluted our nation

And plunged our economy into stagnation,

As self-righteous rogues took the opulent office

And plump politicians reneged on their promise

The forgotten continued to form a great crowd

That defended the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

The Domhnall’s a giver whilst others just take,

Ne’er gaining from that which his hands did not make.

A builder of buildings, employing good men,

He’s enriched many cities by factors of ten.

The honest and true gladly march with the crowd

Standing up for the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

True friend of the migrant from both far and near,

He welcomes the worthy, but guards our frontier,

Lest a murderous horde, for whom hell is the norm,

Should threaten our lives and our nation deform.

We immigrants hasten to swell the great crowd.”

Coming out for the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

Academe now lies dead, the old order rots,

No longer policing our words and our thoughts;

Its ignorant hirelings pretending to teach

Are backward in vision, sophomoric in speech.

Now we learnèd of mind add ourselves to the crowd

That cheers on the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

The black man, forgotten, in poverty dying,

The poor man, the sick man, with young children crying,

The soldier abroad and the mother who waits,

The young without work or behind prison gates,

The veterans, wounded, all welcome the crowd

That fights for the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

Whilst hapless old harridans flapping their traps

Teach women to look and behave like us chaps,

The Domhnall defends the defenseless forlorn;

For, a woman’s first right is the right to be born.

Now the bonnie young lassies that fly to the crowd

Have a champion in Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!

Anonymous ID: 9765f4 March 26, 2019, 4:05 a.m. No.5899980   🗄️.is 🔗kun

THE LAD OF LUTON, an ode to the Yellow Vest Movement of EU

 

The Lad of Luton

Though all the world should grovel and bend

To the minions of deepest hell,

Our days of glory shall not end

Where brave men fought and brave men fell!

We’ll take a stand to save our land

And march with the Lad of Luton!

Let cowards crawl to the godless Huns,

The head-chopping offspring of Cain,

Who rape our daughters, slay our sons,

The earth with Christian blood to stain!

We’ll take a stand to save our land

And march with the Lad of Luton!

We’re done with those who kiss the feet

Of deviants and desert rats:

Westminster’s greedy, false elite

Of self-enriching bureaucrats!

We’ll take a stand to save our land

And march with the Lad of Luton!

Invading hordes shall not replace

Us lionhearted British folk,

Nor shall a German despot place

Our neck in Europe’s Muslim yoke!

We’ll take a stand to save our land

And march with the Lad of Luton!

The reign of truth and right is nigh,

From every belfry let it ring!

Take up the torch and hold it high,

To light the way for Christ our King!

With Him we’ll stand to save our land,

And march with the Lad of Luton!

Anonymous ID: 9765f4 March 26, 2019, 4:08 a.m. No.5900011   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Letter to England: For Tommy Robinson

 

But yesterday, your noble fathers bled

Upon the fields of France, where countless dead

Had found among the vines their final rest,

To gild with fame a venerated crest

Whose princely brandishing from age to age

Outlasted armies and the tyrant’s rage.

But yesterday, you bravely fought and won

A war against the socialistic Hun

Who sought to clap you in the helot’s chains

And seize the free world’s economic reins.

Again, but yesterday, the darkest hour

Of all the world you lifted by your power,

When many owed so much to you, so few,

Across all continents and oceans blue;

No sacrifice too great, no effort spared,

You rallied to the battle and declared,

In England’s name, the inauspicious fight

Against the German Marxist and his spite.

When fire from your once-peaceful skies rained down

On London’s ancient temples of renown,

Your valour triumphed over every fear

Whose darkness could not mute your English cheer.

You fought, yet weeping for your sons that died,

And rose to glory on your fathers’ pride!

II

Would you, brave sons of Britain’s best

Now crawl in servitude at the behest

Of Prussia’s despot and her Eastbourne stooge,

And let your nation fall to subterfuge?

Would you embrace their Novus Ordo plot

To make you into something you are not,

Abandoning your martyrs’ ancient faith

In globalist apostasy to bathe,

Or sanctify Mohammed’s violent hordes

Who now seize power from your local lords?

Your government, a servile rubber-stamp,

Transforms your world into a migrant camp.

Already London teems with Saracens,

But will not welcome us Americans!

Full many are the masks that Satan wears:

Take Corbyn and his self-anointing airs,

Nicola Sturgeon and Theresa May,

Who nourish Brussels while your towns decay.

These bear no love for you and never will,

But count as meaningless the nation’s will.

For Britain’s debt you have these frauds to thank:

What is their “Europe” but a German bank?

Whose fattened bureaucrats, a pampered club,

Appropriate your wealth, your selves to snub!

Corrupt, they steal and loot without surcease:

What Hitler lost through war they grab through peace!

Would you allow their constant plundering

To go unspoken with their blundering?

Surrender speech to their repressive state

To share with the Chinese a eunuch’s fate?

Would you let England topple on the brink,

Whilst petty deskmen dictate what you think?

Or let robotic censors gag your cries,

Whilst leftists freely spew their shop-worn lies?

For, liberty is but an empty creed,

Until the day Tom Robinson is freed!

III

Fair England, land of hills and columbine,

Most gracious isle of rills and eglantine,

Return to thy devout, ancestral ways,

The regal virtues of thy former days!

Come forth in all thy splendor, pow’r, and might,

Proclaim thy fealty to truth and right!

Arise, O England, take thy rightful place,

Let not the heathen thy good self debase!

The sun is rising on thy fields of green,

And glory waits for thee in stars unseen.

The sword of Arthur has ennobled thee:

Thou wast not made for chains and slavery.

The clang of battle on the winds of time

And shouts of knights that echo in my rhyme,

Resound this day in every village square

And rise to heaven like an antique prayer,

That there will always and forever be

An England where the mind and heart are free

To celebrate her once and future King

Whom prophets prophesied and poets sing,

That Mary’s Dowry not be spent in vain

But magnify the Holy Virgin’s reign,

When Christ shall every bond of hate unbind

And England hold a torch for all mankind.

May 25, 2018