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The Diehard
(Which side are you on?)

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Age after age I’ve fought in wars,
I’m the diehard who’ll never die,
Adventure’s been my life’s breath,
no regrets I’ll ever sigh.
Faith and Loyalty — they’re my Laws,
Honour and Duty — they’re my Cause.

Haman was my man, when we did plan to make the Persians free,
And it was I who whispered counsel in Pharaoh’s ear,
the Hebrews saw, and to the Red Sea they did flee,
I was with Titus and Hadrian when we cleared the viper’s nest,
And I was with Lucius Flavius Silva’s Tenth when we finished off the rest.

Pontius Pilate looked on me with a face of tender woe,
When though but a child in the crowd and my voice was drowned,
I cried “Let our Saviour go!

I wore blue woad upon my skin and fought Rome’s mailed legions in the surf,
I stood fast in the Saxon shield wall when Harold fell to earth,
In Old Constantinople I remained and fought in the gate,
When the Jews threw open the doors to the Turk and glutted all their hate.

Vlad Tepes was my lord when we taught the Ottomans how true white men die,
And I was with Byron the poet, when we freed the Balkans and watched a new Sun rise.
I fought the invasions of Tatars, and the Mongol hordes — I never ran away.
Betrayed we stayed and fought by Roland’s side,
ten thousand Moors dragged us down and vilely won the fray.

Heartening words I did tell to the mind of Charles Martel,
And he turned to me with a smile and thanks at the sound of our Victory yell.

And I rode with The Cid, and under Isabella and Ferdinand,
Until we cleansed Iberia and thus freed the Christian land.
I was felled beside my King in battle at Bosworth field,
When to the Tudor usurper I would not cowardly yield.

I was the Knight who watched his peasants starve and slave under usury,
“Enough!” So I roused them up and we broke the chains of Jewry.
England was hurting, smarting and sore,
I sang to good King Edward, and England was merry once more.

And I wore the plume in my hat, devil may care in splendid array,
We laughed and charged with Rupert and so we won the day.
“Liberty, Equality, Fraternity” the urban mob did yell,
But my reason wasn’t swayed,
and I wasn’t fooled when the tumbrils rolled and the guillotine it fell,
So I fought them in the countryside and sent them all to hell.

And I fought beside the Bonnie Prince amidst the awful slaughter,
And still stay loyal to the one true King who lives across the water.
I wore the grey when the drums did roll and General Lee marched north,
And later nightly the hood of white when Forrest’s ghosts rode forth.

I rode with stern Baron Ungern when the cruel red beast awoke,
And we battled on and on, till the ground with our blood was choked.
When to destroy Civilization, the Capitalists and Communists came,
I fought to thwart their aim,
And when all was lost — I fought on just the same.

Justice should be swift and sure — and there for all to see,
So when the liberal judges let evil men go free,
I catch them all, judges too, and hang them from the gallows tree.

And so you see — ask me not which side I’m on, nor ask me why I fight,
Simply know this — I’m a fighter and I always choose the Right.

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  1. Extravaganza C.
    Posted May 26, 2016 at 6:14 am | Permalink

    It is simmilar to poetry Might is Right, which I translate to Czech

    Might was right when Caesar
    bled upon the stones of Rome,
    Might was Right when Joshua led
    his hordes o’er Jordan’s foam,
    And Might was Right when German troops
    poured down through Paris gay;
    It’s the Gospel of the Ancient World
    and the Logic of To-Day.

    Behind all Kings and Presidents–
    all Government and Law,
    Are army-corps and cannoneers–
    to hold the world in awe.
    And sword-strong races own the earth
    and ride the Conqueror’s Car–
    And Liberty has never been won,
    except by deeds of war.

    What are the lords of hoarded gold–
    the silent Semite rings?
    What are the plunder-patriots–
    high-pontiffs, priests and kings?
    What are they but bold master-minds,
    best fitted for the fray?
    Who comprehend and vanquish by–
    the Logic of To-Day?

    Cain’s knotted club is scepter still–
    the “Rights of Man” is fraud:
    Christ’s Ethics are for creeping things–
    true manhood smiles at “God”.
    For Might is Right when empires sink
    in storms of steel and flame;
    And it is Right when weakling breeds–
    are hunted down like game.

    Then what’s the use of dreaming dreams–
    that “each shall get his own”
    By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls,
    who blindly sweat and moan?
    No! a curse is on their cankered brains–
    their very bones decay:
    -Go! trace your fate in the Iron Game,
    is the Logic of To-Day.

    The strong must ever rule the Weak,
    is grim Primordial Law–
    On earth’s broad racial threshing floor,
    the Meek are beaten straw.
    Then ride to Power o’er foemens neck
    let nothing bar your way,
    IF you are fit you’ll rule and reign,
    is the Logic of To-Day.

    You must prove your Right by deeds of Might–
    of splendor and renown.
    If need-be march through flames of hell,
    to dash opponents down.
    If need-be die on scaffold high–
    in the mornings misty gray
    For “Liberty or Death” is still
    the Logic of To-Day.

    Might was Right when Gideon led
    the “chosen” tribes of old,
    And it was right when Titus burnt
    their Temple roofed with gold:
    And Might was Right from Bunkers Hill
    to far Manilla Bay,
    By land and flood it’s wrote in blood–
    the Gospel of To-Day.

    “Put no trust in princes”
    is a saying old and true,
    “Put no hope in Governments”
    translateth it anew.
    All ‘Books of Law’ and ‘GoldenRules’
    are fashioned to betray;
    ‘The Survival of the Strongest’
    is the Gospel of To-Day.

    Might was Right when Carthage flames
    lit up the Punic foam–
    And – when the naked steel of Gaul
    weighed down the spoil of Rome;
    And Might was Right when Richmond fell–
    and at Thermopalye–
    It’s the Logic of the Ancient World–
    and the Gospel of To-Day.

    Where pendant suns in millions swing,
    around this whirling earth,
    It’s Might, it’s Force that holds the brakes,
    and steers through life and death:
    Force governs all organic life,
    inspires all Right and Wrong.
    It’s Nature’s plan to weed-out man,
    and Test who’re the Strong.

  2. Jaroslaw
    Posted May 26, 2016 at 8:14 am | Permalink

    Powerful and inspiring!
    Reminds of the beginning of Valley of the Worm by R.E.H.:

  3. Peter Quint
    Posted May 26, 2016 at 9:46 am | Permalink

    I too believe in reincarnation; it is an authentic expression of Aryan spirituality.

  4. no comment
    Posted May 26, 2016 at 3:08 pm | Permalink

    Super poem.

  5. Gunnar Tyrsson
    Posted May 26, 2016 at 6:46 pm | Permalink

    Thank you, Jez. I had tears in my eyes as you ran down the honor roll of our Folk.

  6. Posted May 26, 2016 at 5:39 pm | Permalink

    At this stage, right after being redpilled, I am on the meme-creating stage. Here are a few.
    Jews gave the world the morality, and kept none for themselves. This when Jews pretend that they gave the morality to the world, like Rome and Athens didn’t have morality.

    Jews are the most supremacist tribe to walk Earth, they bill supremacism to Whites.

    America is not a democracy, America is a Jewish dictatorship, just like Soviet Union.

  7. WP
    Posted May 28, 2016 at 10:21 am | Permalink

    Thank you for honoring Baron von Ungern-Sternberg.
    He is a forgotten hero of the Aryan race.

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