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Post by NFA on Oct 27, 2022 5:21:16 GMT 8
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Post by NFA on Oct 28, 2022 15:36:05 GMT 8
Rudyard Kipling’s The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon
A warning and a plea to see where we are heading, with the hope that sanity will prevail and the final stanza of this poem not become reality.
THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON by Rudyard Kipling
It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved, They were icy — willing to wait Till every count should be proved, Ere the Saxon began to hate.
Their voices were even and low. Their eyes were level and straight. There was neither sign nor show When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd. It was not taught by the state. No man spoke it aloud When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred. It will not swiftly abate. Through the chilled years ahead, When Time shall count from the date That the Saxon began to hate.
Rudyard Kipling 1865-1936
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Post by NFA on Aug 13, 2023 7:49:35 GMT 8
meh
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Post by NFA on Oct 11, 2023 16:09:26 GMT 8
and again
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