Forwarded from Vanguard Britannica
On the day of her funeral,
Some Britons moun,
Some of us shrug,
Discussing compliments & critiques.
Yet above our musings,
Rises a black chorus,
Of mockery and jubilation,
A foreign choir we've come to know,
Saharan hyenas & Oriental vultures.
Their malice not towards her coffin,
But unleashed upon the people,
No criticism of her reign,
Only of our existence.
As the sun sets on her Empire,
A new day breaks for us,
The death of our monarch,
Our nation's rebirth.
Hope & Glory!
- Tucker, National Director
Some Britons moun,
Some of us shrug,
Discussing compliments & critiques.
Yet above our musings,
Rises a black chorus,
Of mockery and jubilation,
A foreign choir we've come to know,
Saharan hyenas & Oriental vultures.
Their malice not towards her coffin,
But unleashed upon the people,
No criticism of her reign,
Only of our existence.
As the sun sets on her Empire,
A new day breaks for us,
The death of our monarch,
Our nation's rebirth.
Hope & Glory!
- Tucker, National Director
Justice is the application of law,
But when courts deny Britons the right to advocate for themselves,
They no longer deal in justice,
But in treachery.
Victory isn't born of cowardice,
Boldness & moral strength lay the foundations for future victories,
Britons shall no longer fear action,
The Vanguard leads the way!
Hope & Glory!
- Tucker, National Director
But when courts deny Britons the right to advocate for themselves,
They no longer deal in justice,
But in treachery.
Victory isn't born of cowardice,
Boldness & moral strength lay the foundations for future victories,
Britons shall no longer fear action,
The Vanguard leads the way!
Hope & Glory!
- Tucker, National Director