100. Humans And Their Existence (99)

This land I was born upon, that I walked foot bare;
The sand squelched through my toes, humour of sounds in the air.
They are my long and fondest memories todate,
The joys of childhood and of my history I state…
On the beaches in the summer days air, one day is told...
The building of sandcastles and eating ice-cream they were pots of gold..
Later in youth; canoeing down rivers, capsizing in once our fishing docks of old,
Experiencing the freedoms to choose ones games…
A spit in the hand by a; what seemed a strange passer-by,
A gesture of good luck and cheer I was told, a sparkle in their eye!
Those old English traditions and in later years; the joys and songs and the beer...

In adulthood, my thoughts, my nature of character, my youth of not having to explain;
My actions, as they were commonly known, were sincere and without blame.
The days of my medium to late adulthood, the fog entered in, like soup or mud...
I see my country changing for the 'black out', curtains or a black hood.
The change of mood; the change of perception in mind's eye...
I observed the changes of our freedoms and being ordered until I die!
By those that betray our traditions and own large real estates; they shout their abuses...
Without debate, the constructive conversations are beyond, they cannot abate?
And our moral compass, changed by force, they betrayed our trust!
The propaganda was also, part and parcel, a must...

Those that invent a negative cause, for 15 minutes of fame!
Just a minority, traded, bartered for their souls to be on display…
The ‘cancel culture’, identity politics to our future and past,
Is a knife between every rib, of those like me, patriotic and will serve our Queen.
To work together as a society, in peace and harmony...
Of those that care and silently observe, taking note for eternatity...
Of man, woman and child, that roams, the riots, the destruction decree,
'The ravages of Rome' from our civil rights, each of us were born free...

Our ancestors turn and one hears their groans!
Knowing their hardships; sufferings their toils...
They see what was, see what is and can see the souls; destroyed in the abyss,
For our lands to be given away with ease, to those decriminately, just bend their knees...
A gravy train of suffering and plight, the puppets of various lands in flight...
They flow in, the dam bursts to create another unease...
To the uncaring socialists that inflicts, to follow their selfish dreams,
Ignoring those that with wisdom can totally see.
For what? For the youths and the minorities, to increase diversity for today?
And those that walk from the left, out of shadows where the brimstones lay?
For the salt to be driven into the wounds and cuts,
The seawater diluting our culture, called diversity or bust?
Abuse with nonsense, violence they destroy, for power they fleatingly know!

The lives and our past, our freedoms to choose,
To dismiss our monuments, our measuring sticks, our history is abused!
To eradicate, dismiss our books, to rewrite the non-truth's...
Over the majority that voted and were too quick to trust; or were just confused?
The Politicians that just with their chants, reclined in their chairs to grunt,
The clock on the mantlepiece begins to chime,
They, holding 'our' cognac, smoking a leaf of some kind.
To force and accept their diversity, eradicating a culture; mine!
To accept diversity to conquer our lands, is to dilute our culture via medaling hands?
Our history, our past, our heritage is no more!
The curses of our politicians they have it all.....

To live their lives unique to them, without learning on the way,
By hammering a square peg into a round hole, that is their day...
Is for some of our youth, the minorities, the ignorance and arrogance of today?
A Sovereignty, a democracy, a freedom of thought;
The fight from our ancestors through blood and wars…
For those that want to tear our country apart;
For a Marxist and socialist, a failed, failed cause!
‘They, ’ who are willing to sacrifice the efforts of our kin;
By not retracing our history or taking it in, are our enemies from within!

Until this scourge has been obliterated off our lands,
The Battle will continue for a justice once had....
Their ‘free lunch, continues and they will gorge..
Of those that desired our freedom, will keep paying to forge,
We must rid this land of the demons and the dragon within, their evil desires...
Our country’s saviour, is worth far more than their fires…
Than those self-serving and thoughtless drones, wish to betray.
Of those that are wealthy, the puppets, the media, the elite that will say...
Buying our Democracy; no longer discrete!

Whatever one’s age or bribes hath taken,
It has opened the floodgates and is the doorways of persuasion…
It has taken away one’s salvation, and our faith.
The Moral compass, that once opened the gate.
Replaced with greed and those that just hate.

Not recognised; until one signs the form.
They just sold to the devil their soul; as if the norm?
When one tries to break our world apart,
It is dividing our world; it falls apart, divided we fall...
Those with the morals of old, relate to our history untold, wisdom is bold....

One will meet a true Englishman…
They will fight triumphantly for a fair cause …
We have seen this throughout our history
And will fight like, the Knight of St George!

Those that tempt the beast of fire,
Will or should know the risks;
Walk without knowledge, those Britain's from the far-left,
You fools, your ignorance, foolhardy, will end up as kindling sticks.
You will inevitably feel the pain of fire, see hell start at your fingertips!
And you will undoubtedly, be fulfilling the contract, the path, a liftime of desire....
By joining the demons in the devils lands of Hell, with brimstones sulphur and fire.