Do Not Speak Harshly Into That Good-Night

Do not speak harshly to your mate,
to check your aggression do not hesitate;
regard him or her as the apple of your eye,
let your touch be tender, your humor wry.

That dusty advice, not to end the day in a fight,
is sound:  so do not speak harshly into that good-night;
when the tone is loving in your own household
then it would likewise follow in your neighboring fold.

Yet soft alarms will not do, when the world is asleep,
nor being still nor timid, for fear of being told to shut up;
to be clear and to confront, willing to go to bat against odds
which weigh heavy - a strong voice and a steady's needed.

("The wise man submits to conditions when he is helpless, bowing to the will of God.  But the evil that is avoidable he roots out without sparing one single moment of effort.")

 

And cowardice poorly covered in a mantle of "tolerance" will be exposed
for what it is, in but a matter of time, when all that is being superimposed
upon indigenous populations and what remains of identifiable nations
falls apart - as it only can - losing all nerve and bluster in the face of immigrations

full of dishonest intention, counterfeit purpose; catastrophe heading for disaster:
in the hands of a bland faceless management-elite which presumes to be master
of this destructive course it both created and mindlessly serves, never once grasping
the evil which rules and controls their unconscious minds, till the day they're gasping

for the last breath of air which will be denied - in vain we'll have died,
who'd fought unceasingly for the conscious individual against this cult of night,
against the blunt cudgel of political correctness preparing the way for a dhimmitude,
in which these will not fare better - indeed, their enforced dumbing-down's a mere prelude.

Stones

With a stone and some rage Cain murdered his brother.
Jesus later said to drop those stones, you're all in glass houses.
Muslims on Hajj stomp each other just to stone a "devil"
without once looking at their own, but will revel
in a frenzy to stone half-buried women -
their hearts need a Jesus as desert needs rain.
Dry, their "supremacy" - primitive their sense of "honor and shame."
Gutmenschen here called "Antifa" let stones fly
at police, at peacefully walking demonstrators - no one asks why
they're not taken to task for their aggression -
violence is excused in them as some "youthful expression,"
proving itself entirely useful to the repression
being exercised by a self-serving narcissitic elite unquestioned,
upon the demonized Movement of rising opposition.
A Left-fascism left over from the stoned '68ers
is murdering this nation as best as it can and is able.
Stone cold, their vengeance raging, these humanist-wannabes.
Love has no place in their vocabulary.

A Personal Prayer for the Times

O my Noble Lord and Cherisher!

Preserve my sincerity, restore my dignity,

increase my faith, and make me fearless.

Bless me with the grace

to rightly perceive, firmly confront,

and compassionately creatively constructively

prevail over all forms of tyranny and aggression and abuse,

whenever and wherever I am witness to it,

in defense of the defenseless, the innocent, and the truth.

Amen.

Don't Let Them Name You

God alone knows your real name, 
don't let the ignorant name you.

If you are critical, non-appeasing and awake,
don't accept the mantle of "Islamophobic,"
tell them who would name you: that you are "kuffar"–
it's more honest, and exposes their own game

of card stacking, of dice loading, of branding you
intolerant, negative, populist, a public danger –
when you've confronted them on just that and more –
of projecting their venom and their bigotry on you.

Cheer up, stand straight, look ahead;
go into your love, stay there in your love;
their aggression will test your resolve;
relax in your Infinity, this love is far far older.