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Author’s note: The following shocking passage appeared in the Daily Telegraph in July 2025:
On the anniversary of 7/7, I asked someone who was operationally very senior in counter terrorism, both nationally and internationally: “How bad is the Islamist threat today compared to July 2005?”
“The truth is the threat has grown inexorably,” he replied. “Perversely, the reason why there are no real terror attacks now is because we are better at monitoring them since the London attack, but also because they are getting what they want. We are where they want us to be. We have their religion enshrined outside of UK law and their community leaders have got the police under control. They are wily; when they see do-gooders they walk all over them. Like the scorpion and the frog it is what they do. The numbers are now so huge that our own government has sleepwalked into a nightmare of extraordinary proportions. They are building while we are continually lying to ourselves.”
My poem below is a reflection on this dire state of affairs in England:
Oh woe is England now the foe is here
And threatens all our green and pleasant land.
That foe whose name we never name from fear
Arrives each day on Kent and Sussex sand.
That foe that once we knew to keep at bay;
Whose threat to all we were we understood,
We welcome now, inviting him to stay
In fancy hotels in the neighbourhood.
That foe who comes without a piece of paper,
Or document that tells you where he’s from,
Then plots to send your pieces to your Maker
As never does he come without a bomb.
That foe that sees our girls as easy meat,
And anyone alive as his to kill,
Is next on benefits across the street
Whilst those he wants to slaughter foot the bill.
That foe who’s never short of cutlery
As always carries with him copious knives
Is shortly after housed in luxury
Together with his kids and copious wives.
That foe that claims he’s just a hapless victim
While sizing up your unprotected throat,
And even as you dare not contradict him
Another ten are scrambling off the boat.
That foe who’ll always stand for integration,
And multicultural mantras will repeat,
Yet really means your kind’s annihilation
As always it’s for him a one-way street.
That foe accusing you of what he’s guilty,
For pleasure turning truth upon its head,
Who takes what’s good and pure and makes it filthy
And substitutes perversity instead.
That foe that kills a child and calls it honour
And claims to void some family disgrace,
Yet works such loathsome wickedness upon her
As never could a victim more debase. (1a) (1b)
That foe who plies a girl with drugs and booze,
Assaulting her to make her more compliant;
Then, when so terrified she can’t refuse,
Who loans her out to any paying client. (2)
That foe whose natural bent is brutal crime,
Corruption, cruelty, heinousness and vice, (3)
Who watches in the dark and bides his time
Though always ready offering you advice.
That foe whose jealous creed despises you,
But also has him carefully hide his hand,
Whose cunning constantly surprises you
As quite beyond your power to understand.
That foe that understands you, though, completely;
Knows where you’re coming from and what you think;
Who’s studied you his whole career discreetly;
Who’s mapped your every weakness, every chink.
That foe who knows your mind and got your measure;
Knows where your buttons are and which to press;
Knows all about those principles you treasure:
The empathy and fairness you profess.
That foe pretending he’s the same as you
And only fighting just to get what’s fair,
Who mines your buried hate for you-know-who
To get you to delude yourself you care.
That foe that sneers behind your back he hates you,
Then, smiling sweetly, offers you his hand,
Who’s thinking all the while of what awaits you
That now he’s got you where he’s always planned.
That foe who takes his orders from the Devil,
Whose natural home is deep beneath the ground,
Delighting in his secret world to revel
Where cruelty and death alone abound.
That foe observing you inside your head,
In hiding in your thoughts since time began,
To God and every kind of kindness dead,
Destroying where he goes and where he can.
That foe most wretched in his lifeless world,
Not caring whether killing or being killed:
A vortex of malignant envy whirled;
A hollowness that never could be filled.
That foe who knows himself as vile and worthless,
As never able to create or build;
Who watches others, envious and mirthless,
And only with their deaths can be fulfilled.
That foe that hates himself as much as you,
For all of him is hatred and despair;
But most of all he hates the hated Jew
Whose faithfulness to God he cannot bear.
That shapeless thing that rides the endless night,
Possessed of every demon, jinn and spell;
That bane upon humanity, that blight,
That creature from the blackest bowels of Hell!
That foe you dare not ever criticise
Unless you want policemen at your door;
So better not believe your lying eyes
And just forget why England fought the War.
But if you do, you’re just another fool
With hosts of killers hot upon your heels,
Regardless whether publisher’s or school, (4) (5)
Unpitying and dead to all appeals.
For even though a few obscure cartoons,
Or clever novel few will ever read,
Some devilish character from Looney Tunes
Will come for you, commanded by that creed. (6)
In spite of all, though, no one says a word,
Or notes how on our souls the fear impacts
When children’s voices need to go unheard (7a) (7b) (7c)
Lest God forbid we’re forced to face the facts.
A horrid fear to which we can’t admit
Or realise our world has gone awry;
Instead, we find that all must now submit
And better not to ask the reason why.
A primal fear whose name is never spoken,
Depriving us of freedom’s air to breathe,
That makes us sad and feel our country’s broken (8)
And all that’s left for us is just to grieve.
A constant fear that makes us sick with worry
Lest overheard expressing what we feel,
Then carted off to prison in a hurry,
Abandoned there to rot with no appeal. (9a) (9b)
And so we’re taught it’s all our country’s fault,
And every night the lies are on the news;
And then there’s that demonic somersault:
It’s all because of those infernal Jews! (10a) (10b)
Or else we’re told that murderous attacks
Are merely part of modern city life; (11)
So not to worry then about those packs
When travelling on the train with kids and wife.
Or maybe it’s just really mental illness; (10a)
And maybe also, too, a broken heart; (12)
And maybe we should beg his kind forgiveness
Before he blows the rest of us apart!
Yes, all we have to do is make him love us,
Embracing him with self-abasing arms,
Acknowledging his rightful place above us
With all his backward tribalistic charms.
But is this not a dismal servitude,
This crass denial in which we’re sinking fast?
This cowardly inglorious dhimmitude
Which shames and shames and shames our English past?
A past to make an ancient nation proud:
A thousand years of warlike triumphs unfurled:
A tale of giants, battered but unbowed,
Of lions who stood defiant against the world.
A tale of heroes battling every tyrant
Within these storied shores and far abroad;
Of leadership refusing to be silent,
Prepared to draw again the English sword.
A nation rich with proud nobility
Whose destiny was framed in Christian goodness,
The spread of natural rights and liberty,
And people who heroically pursued this..
When was it then that some of us forgot
What England was and what we English were
That now this crop of politicians plot
And to the foe of all we are defer?
References:
(1a) https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-
(1b) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
(2) https://www.facebook.com/
(5) https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-
(6) https://www.telegraph.co.uk/
(7a) https://www.gov.uk/government/
(7b) https://www.facebook.com/
(7c) https://www.telegraph.co.uk/
(8) In a fashion characteristic of the denial and deflection ever present in the UK, in a remarkable passage, having suggested the problem was due to “American capital”, the writer links to an article about Muslim immigration:
In short, American capital has made all of us rich, but it has also made us duplicates of the US. I’m convinced that many Britons are desperately unhappy, even mentally ill, because they don’t feel like themselves anymore.
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/
This is the linked article:
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/
(9a) https://www.judiciary.uk/wp-
(9b) https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/
(10a) https://www.commentary.org/
(12) https://www.telegraph.co.uk/
An earlier version of this poem was published in New English Review.
The poem is from the author’s unpublished work, The Bus Poems: A Tale of the Devil. His book of whimsical verse, A Chocolate Box Menagerie, is published by New English Review Press.
A nice enough poem Mr. Freeman. But do you think these eloquent words are what England needs to save itself.
In the poem I have tried to set out the character and nature of the opponent we face..
Identifying the problem is always the first stage in dealing with it.
Hello Intrepid
First we have to name the problem and identify it so we recognise it when we see it. That’s what I’ve tried to do..
Paul
The name of the problem, in my mind, is too many Muslims and not enough unarmed British tough guys. The same think is happening in Minnesota. The legislature has passed too many gun control laws. Meanwhile the Muj are storing too many illegal guns in the Mosques
It’s not hard to recognize.
Giving the invaders citizenship and the right to vote was suicidal, and its not just the Brits, its the entire UK, probably past the tipping point, and I doubt the natives have the will to fight a civil war.
The quote you present is incisive. Your heartbreaking poem is first-rate. Thankyou, Mr. Freeman!
Thank you for your comment, Larry.
The writer’s job is to move as well as inform.
Paul
I thought you poem was brilliant, Kudos to you.
I saw this article today & was shocked. It was all planned years ago, the overthrow of England.
The Lancaster Plan – how our rulers are helping M*sl*ms take over Britain
By David Craig, on February 1st, 2016
(I’d like to leave this up for one more day. By the way The Lancaster Plan was drawn up under the Blair Labour government back in 2005, after the bombings in London, when it had been known as The Lancaster Plan, named, he explained, after John of Gaunt who, although never king himself, sired the line of English Kings that came after him, kings who kept England together and at the forefront of world developments)
There’s a piece doing the rounds on the Internet. It’s called “The Lancaster Plan”. It’s almost certainly a spoof. But like all good spoofs, it’s so close to reality that you could get an uncomfortable feeling about it. Today, I’ll try and sum up “The Lancaster Plan”:
Our rulers know that M*sl*ms will eventually become a majority in Britain and take over our country. After all, the British M*sl*m population doubles about every 12 years. At the 2001 census, there were 1,550,000 M*sl*ms in Britain. By 2011 this had reached 2,710,000. Now it’s probably around 3,500,000. By 2027 it could be 7 million. By 2039 possibly 14 million and by 2051 28 million.
Read the whole article here.
Thank you, Siddhi Nasrani
Yes, very well done! Your poem breaks my heart. I mourn England and Europe. A war is coming.
I fear there might not even be a war… the UK has capitulated so much that they will just lie down, take it up the ying-yang and surrender to the “new order”. Tragic.
Tragic, indeed, Anne-Marie. In particular for the girls raped by the gangs. People in the future will ask, where were the men? What will the answer be?
I don’t believe working-class British men will tolerate this much longer. They are near the breaking point. The next election will determine the future.
I agree I follow Rupert Lowe on Facebook. I have become a member of his party, ” Restore.”
He tell the truth about what is going on in Britain.
Hello pcz
Thank you for your comment.
Something is coming, though we don’t know what, and if a war, what form it will take. Certainly we’re in trouble as a nation. Here, a lot will depend on who gets in at the next election. Further into the future, might the US once again intervene militarily in Europe’s affairs?
Would that be a bad thing? Should we let them fall to Islam? I hope not.
Thank you, pcz
Paul
I hate poetry. Gag! Even mediocre poetry or halfway decent poetry. Slime incursions need to be met with medieval type solutions.
I’m not a major fan of most poetry, either, Jeremiah, but do yourself a favor and read “The Second Coming” by Yeats. Stirring and brilliant.
Thanks for a thought-provoking poem. Truly, though, what can you do to reverse the Islamification of the UK, a process well underway and destined to grow immensely in decades to come? New people are filling your land. Those who remember and know what the UK once was are fading away. Most current natives have already adjusted to the new reality. They now hope for the best and see no way to best channel their opposition.,They hope their own family escapes the worst potential aspects of the coming change.
Yes, it’s incredible to see what’s going on.. And we’ve walked right into it.
Yes, Shame on England for allowing the Muslims who are also stealth jihadist by many insidious means are living in the United Kingdom infiltrate and therefore influence of the government of the UK to enact laws that are favorable to Sharia.
For Britain belong the British and not to foreign migrants usurpers who want to destroy England common Law and replace it with Islam with its Sharia.
Likewise, the Union Jack is the flag of the United Kingdom. Not that fake and ugly “Palestinian flag.”
This Muslim stealth jihadist scheme for achieving the goal of the Islamic agenda is as, many times, as subtly effective as it is demonically clever. Furthermore, this Islamic gradual takeover in some ways, is very similar to the instruction printed in the book entitled THE ART OF WAR by Sun Tzu. Which reads, “At first, then, exhibit the coyness of a maiden, until the enemy gives you an opening; afterwards emulate the rapidity of a running hare, and it will be too late for the enemy to oppose you.”
I agree it’s demonic and try to emphasise that here and in my other work. Only by seeing that way will we be able fully to grasp what’s going on and equip ourselves to resist it.
Equally, only some kind of religious revival, or revival of the religious spirit, combined with a revived love of country, national pride and honour will enable us to win.
That it’s now illegal to “Insult Islam” meaning to criticize Islam, reveals the insidious stealth jihadists infiltration into the government of the United Kingdom.
This also exposes Islam is such a fragile and weak religion in both its foundation and doctrines that it can’t stand up to ,or hold up to criticism of any kind , no matter how mild of justified that criticism might be.
For Islam isn’t based on reason and logic but on strong emotions and a firm but blind unquestioning faith in Islam’s prophet ,Muhammad and the Qur ‘an.
I agree with this. And it’s a significant weakness which needs to be explored that it cannot withstand reasoned analysis. This makes it all the more astonishing as well as shameful that we are submitting.
But this shows, too, that only some kind of religious revival of our own, combined with a revival of an outlook rooted in reason and traditional values, will enable us to push back effectively.
Decades of cultural erosion have made the present situation possible, and we cannot simply go back to the past. But we have to find in it the means to create a better future than the one currently before us.