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This is Not my Empire
by archiemac
Originally published on April 11, 2016 in Poetry        


It is somebody else’s. No matter what a bunch of ethno-masochistic pseudo-leftist eunuchs have to say about it.


This is Not my Empire

What if the pygmy-robbing, shaman-shooting,
Brahmin-whipping, continent-carving,
Irishman-enslaving, child-hanging,
farmhand-conscripting, peasant-starving,
chimneysweep-buggering empire
could redeem itself
by stopping a jackbooted
toothbrush-moustached Anglophilic fellow-Saxon
who drowns nations in gunfire –
with no help,
no over-saluted Mason-Dixon
apple-pie-chompers around for two years
to (what’s that, Jim-Bob?) “bail it out” –
from chalking his blue-eyed battering ram
and, as Lenin’s cue-ball head careers clattering
to the ground, rolling over the blood-stained carpet
and under the Nazi fruit-machine (lemon, lemon,
Göring’s face), smacking into the pocket
like a mono-testicled Steve Davis Omsk, Irkutsk, Petropavlovsk,
Anchorage, Seattle, Chicago,
Washington, and rescuing every human
on this raison-d’être-starved husk
of a planet from a lederhosen-fetishist’s ego,
stopping the world from turning into a concentration camp
(which is another great English invention),
wouldn’t that be cause for pride and pomp?

Not really, because by burning once-gorgeous Dresden
to a skeletal necropolis all England did
was pluck the planet from a bonfire
that it and its rivals and friends lit
in the first place, that every empire-
fondling, dreadnought-dreaming, lambchop-
sideburned chimneysweep-buggerer in Europe
had stoked, carving a bombshelled barbwired scar
through poppy-fields and young men’s
heads, all in the dirty double-barrelled name of bourgeois-
democracy, then swiping cabbage
from German mouths, spectacles from German eyes,
fabric from German society, sweeping their own cultures
into the star-and-striped petrodollared garbage-
pail of goddam history. So, sorry, girls and boys,
but the Englishness of those peace-pipe-smashing land-filchers
is no food for pride.                                But,
Englishness is no food for shame, not
for my people, who marched level-eyed with bold Gurkhas,
noble turbaned sepoys and loyal African lions
who squashed the swastika. Brave British workers.
Just as my people marched, clad in irons,
blanketed in mud and cholera and mustard gas
and took sword-gashes, grenades, spears and arrows
for them, not for us,
dancing for centuries a chained one-legged tango,
all the while thinking, “This is not my empire,
hii si himaya yangu, a maro
samrajya nathi, ini bukan
empayar saya, dies ist nicht mein Reich!”

Society, you still owe my people our land
fit for heroes. Society, you owe the working class
everything.                                             But instead
we pull levers, carry barrels, stack shelves, kiss
arses, repeat clichés, toe lines, sell our souls
along with our labour, for a loaf of bread
and pint of beer an hour, to bastards behind desks
like we’ve done for centuries, while at Eton and Harrow
and every other plummy-voiced bumming-parlour
chaps learn to play the violin, design mosques
or bomb them, biographise Emperor Nero,
speak Greek, use the right spoon, disarm Wat Tyler,
just like when they sat sipping Chablis
while Private Thompson saved their empire
with blood gushing from his throat.

Society, with your single-glazed ideals and wobbly
morality, you owe the working class
everything.                                         The working class does not
owe anybody anything, no matter what
you whining, white-male-demonising,
gobshite-studying, groupthinking, self-hating,
negro-pitying, Pakistani-patronising,
guilt-assuaging, morally masturbating,
identity-political,
Mummy-and-Daddy-funded, champagne-gulping,
wrist-slashingly hypocritical,
coalminer-ignoring, bricklayer-insulting,
monochrome-spectacled,
monocultural-suburban-white-hometowned,
holier-than-thou, cleverer-than-thou, more-popular-than-thou,
liberal-fascist, ethno-masochist scum
whose idea of intelligent debate is “Disembowel
Enoch Powell! Disembowel Enoch Powell!”
or “shut up you racist shut up I’m not listening you racist dickhead racist
shut up” blather at us. Do you understand?

We wipe our urban proletarian proudly-British bums
on your abject vainglories.
Your imperial-guilt-crammed robot programs don’t apply
to us, and why?
Because of the lines of cloth caps, shovels and typhoid bugs
along the mud-tracks to Westminster,
because of spinning jennies, nine-tailed cats
and soot-blackened children carrying canaries.
Because we are the natives, we are the colonised,
we are the slaves, we are the Niggers of this land.
Do you understand?

Your all-trampling automaton army of imagination-dead professors
of “white male privilege” sheep-noise
turns the oppressed into an oppressor,
rips the working class into scraps for the jackals,
rips man from woman, black from white,
worker from worker, left from right,
kicks underdogs further and further away from the hammer and sickle
and nearer and nearer the swastika
with an inverse-racist, inverse-sexist,
woolly, bleated, bloated heckle,
shovelling lecture-halls of fuel
into the furnace of divide and rule.

What do you retarded jihadist-arse-lickers
know about being leftists?
What do you know about feeling forgotten?
What do you know about resentment and frustration,
you soulless, rotten,
snivelling privileged provincial drivel-merchants?

Society, you owe the working class
everything.                                        You ought
to offer us every last sauce in the pantry,
lick the backs of our knees, teach us the cello,
pay us before you even consider
paying anyone else. Until you do,
if we want to shout and swear and billow
clouds of class war fury and make you shudder,
then we have that right,
if we want to sing and shout and march for our country
or tattoo bulldogs and Union Jacks across our faces,
then we have that right,
if we want to hurl a concrete slab through
a bank window, throw a general strike,
sign on the dole, sabotage the stock
exchange, burgle a tax-dodging millionaire,
bludgeon the Bullingdon Club into microscopic pieces
or set fire to Anjem Choudhary’s beard and stick bacon up his nose,
then we have that right
and it’s got nothing to do with you.

We don’t have to hand hot water bottles
and fluffy slippers
and our women’s vaginas
to a gang-raping, homosexual-hanging, apostate-stoning death-cult
that splashed its genocidal cancer across India
and whipped and whipped black arses
from the Nile to the Strait of Gibraltar.

This is Europe.

This is our continent.

Do you understand?
Do you understand?
Do you understand, you snooty snotty
dissent-silencing
pack-thinking
brainwashed yuppie mouthwankers?

© Archie Macjoyce

© archiemac (gwirionedd on OLD UKA)

UKArchive ID: 36428
Archived comments for This is Not my Empire


Gothicman on 12-04-2016
This is Not my Empire
I must say Archie, this is a compelling and interesting read with lots of fascinating references and angles. A rich rant in imperative voice at fast pace, full of skilfully put together phrases and clever word use, in places quiet raw and harrowing. It's full of sad truths and negative prophesies due to the ever-existing class gaps, greed, privilege, primitive contentious religions, and all the conflicts and wars, and threats of destroying any hard-won advances towards becoming globally civilised, these cause. If fact the world appears to be going towards a globalisation of evil.

A bit too colloquial with word choice in places for some, but, it does add the necessary stress and urgency, and desperation of the theme the poem is communicating. Yes, for me, an epic write, and excellent, interesting read.

Trevor

Author’s Reply:
Thanks, Trevor. Glad you liked it. It has been rewritten many times.


stormwolf on 13-04-2016
This is Not my Empire
Bloody brilliant. Someone beat me to the nomination. I am taking a back seat as I said, due to my distaste at certain ways I see manifest now but THIS is what I call inspired writing.

You say what the rest of us may feel or not have the bottle to verbalise. I LOVE your passion and your 'no holds barred' bravery in speaking truth!!!

Yes, you will ruffle feathers…yes! you will go over boundaries of 'good taste'…but that is what trail blazers are called to do!

The world to come belongs to the bold. I am in awe of your ability and have been in fact, since I first read you under another name.

YOU do not need to boast! Your talent shines brightly for anyone who understands inspired writing when they read it.

Alison x

PS To me, your writing is well om a par with any protest writer we can think of, inclusing Bob Dylan.

Yes, there is a huge amount of anger in it….BUT WE AUGHT TO BE ANGRY AT WHAT IS HAPPENING NOT half dead or in a trance!!!

BRAVO!

Author’s Reply:
Wow, thankyou, Alison, for a lovely comment.

I just wish that writing actually changed things. It would be good if people actually read, or indeed published, opinionated poetry in the first place.

Archie x


ifyouplease on 13-04-2016
This is Not my Empire
well Islam serves a purpose just like any religion approved by TPTB. Chrislam is what they have in mind and is probably their goal. If a religion (such as let's say Jainism or Gnosticism) doesn't promote some geopolitical agenda then it's something to be eradicated (something to be stifled and never have many followers) because it may hinder it may be an obstacle. Islam or Chrislam is the favorite religion for the NWO. They intend to bridge their differences with the reappearance of the Antichrist “one day”. When all three major abrahamic religions have their bloodthirsty messiah then all hell will break loose once again. If the planet becomes uninhabitable then mission accomplished if the planet is inhabitable they'll give it one more try. Working-class was never a problem. Easily manipulated with all the -isms around, booze drugs sexual liberation and smartphones now. who cares about people who want to feel free even if they are the worst slaves of all times. the working-class is the “marry and reproduce” sheeple with a big idea and even bigger expectation about themselves and zero philosophy. Ruined and manipulated to the core. I understand what you say and I agree this is a very strong piece. I hope one day you will decide to poetically beat the crap out of the working-class too for allowing Society to be ruled by sociopaths.

*edited*

I use the term antichrist but it's not a religious connotation.

Author’s Reply:
I wonder who this Antichrist will be. Surely he can't be far off now. Nostradamus gives him the name “Mabus”, which could be pretty much anything. The implication there is that Mabus will come from the Middle East. Could he possibly be a follower of Chrislam? With so much disruption coming from Sunni Islam right now, with even other Muslim sects, in particular the Shiites, being persecuted and murdered as heretics and apostates, I find it hard to see how Chrislam would ever be embraced.

What could the working class do? Revolt and bring about Communism? Anarchism? Anarcho-Syndicalism?

Does anything really work?


ifyouplease on 14-04-2016
This is Not my Empire
when something is not supposed to be divided (in this case Muslims) then something divided it and that something can unite it again. the other two abrahamic religions is what divided the Muslims, in fact muslims have a problem with christians and jews because of this division perpetrated by people belonging in these two religions. the same people that divided christians and jews in the first place, divided the muslims too. they know how to unite everyone. but first thing's first.

it's a long story, longer than all three religions.

sure something really works individually first then collectively. do you really want to know? it's a life-changing knowledge if taken seriously.

there are many candidates for the antichrist's job. politician he will be. what else?

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ifyouplease on 14-04-2016
This is Not my Empire
did you know that there was an icon like the orthodox icons of Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ in Mecca and that Mohamed allowed only this icon to be kept intact when he reformed their pagan religion? all other anathems were destroyed. the icon was destroyed much much later during a fire.

did you know that Jesus Christ is mentioned more times than Mohammed in the Quran?

everything is there for future use *winks*

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Andrea on 23-04-2016
This is Not my Empire
Wow! What a rant, Mac…brilliant and spot on!

Author’s Reply:
I haven't even started yet…