mask of anarchy

The Mask of Anarchy

Note: Shelley was an atheist and prototypical social justice warrior, emerging in the wake of the French Revolution. However much has changed since Shelley’s days. The Enlightenment has done its work, in as much as the perpetual revolution of the left can ever be completed, and the world order has since become entirely inverted.

The working man, pulled this way and that by politics, is no better off because of it, and is now seeing the very soul of his nation taken from him. The capitalist oligarchy and the international socialists behind it are now the ones who disguise themselves as Bishop and Lord. It is money and the left who proclaim themselves God and King and Law. This is the new procession of masked villains that must be smashed.

Shelley’s verse has a dark, reactionary tone to it which is now more relevant than ever to us as rebels and exiles in our own lands under the gathering storm clouds of civil disorder, vigilantism and insurrection.

There is not enough art in the dissident right, and language and poetry stir men’s hearts to action far more than lengthy screeds, as useful as they may be. Michel Houellebecq’s Submission, now translated into English has become a literary lightning rod, a warning and a call to arms. We need more of this.

Shelley himself described poetry as ‘a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it,’ and that poets were ‘the unacknowledged legislators of the world.’

So, much abridged, I present to you:

The Mask of Anarchy, A Song to the Men of England:

As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea,
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visons of Poesy.

I met Murder on the way-
He had a mask like Castlereagh-
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:

All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed them human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloak he drew.

Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Lord Eldon, an ermined gown;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell.

And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem,
Had their brains knocked out by them.

Clothed by the Bible, as by light,
And the shadows of the night,
Like Sidmouth, next Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by.

And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, and spied.

Last came Anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.

And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw-

‘And that slaughter to the Nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular;
A volcano heard afar.

‘And these words shall then become
Like Opression’s thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain.
Heard again-again-again-

‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number-
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many-they are few.’

14 thoughts on “The Mask of Anarchy”

  1. I am torturing myself by watching the news. Is Suzanne Kelly a Jew?

    I fear that you are correct that there is going to be a real war. The elites are no longer hiding their hostility towards white people and have doubled down on the madness. Everything that has happened just SINCE the Paris murders is just insane (informing that comment is the left’s off-the-chart stupidity in reacting to it all).

    I could cite 80 examples I have found in just the past two days. What is so frustrating to me is the knowledge that so many of my fellow white Americans and Europeans are still brainwashed sheeple. I was just in the elevator with two women who are living proof that women should not be allowed to vote.

    I’m too tired, now, to even give details.

    The main problem in this world is the violence of brown men with low IQs. Period. And we are not allowed to talk about it. The other problem, of course, is those in power who prosecute “hate speech” crimes against white people who dare mention obvious facts.

    What comes next?

  2. We have to stop hiding who we are. And apologizing for it. Every other ethnic group gets a pride day and a parade. But if white people do, we are branded Nazis. I say, set a date and throw the damn parade. In a dozen cities worldwide. Light the lamp on a hill.

  3. We are at war already. Someone needs to put up a standard. In public. And then advance on the enemy. Old and very simple rules, and yet no one is doing it. Why? Our leaders are not fit to rule. High time for someone else to take a hand.

  4. Houellebecq’s book came to my attention mainly thanks to the Social Pathologist. I had earlier dismissed it as an ill-conceived piece of Counter-Jihad fiction, but apparently it is remarkably insightful, and Houellebecq even hints that he only sees a resurgent radical Christianity as the counter to Islam’s hostile invasion, invited in by our faux elites. I will definitely have to pick this up!

    You are right about art in the Reactosphere. The far right has been deprived of an aesthetic touch for so long now it seems. Hopefully as it grows, we will recruit more people gifted in such areas. Wonderful poem by the way,

    I tried my hand at something similar a while back:

    1. The chutzpah knows no bounds. Truly unbelievable. The white people of Europe have made it clear that they don’t want any Arab invaders, at all, and this evil scum advises that $13,000 a year in tax dollars be given to the Arab invaders as a welcome gift!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      “Here, welcome, take $13,500 and use it to buy our women for a year.” Because we all know that if they spend all $13,500 on prostitutes during their first week, they won’t be allowed to starve. Taxes will be used to “bail them out.”

      In other news, those who occupy Holland’s government are using tax dollars to provide free sniping training and practice to the Arab invaders.

      Orwell was right.

  5. Latest news:

    Will the time come (and soon) when even leftists are forced to admit that we are at war? These Arabs have declared their intent to commit mass murders, and they keep doing it. Period.

    Putting aside, momentarily, any debate about whether a certain Global Power has imported or funded or created ISIS or caused this problem because of the wars in Iraq and Syria, etc., just looking at the scenario: Arabs keep doing mass murders, as they have said they would do. It’s not a secret.

    Are leftists truly a lost cause? Who can possibly argue that white countries should allow Arab men to enter and gain legal status?

  6. Save your poetry – it is wasted on the young – Try this to rally the troops, you didn’t like it the first time, you probably won’t like the second time, zero f*cks given either way sadly

    I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
    Been haunted by a million screams
    But I can hear the marching feet
    They’re moving into the street

    Now, did you read the news today?
    They say the danger has gone away
    But I can see the fire’s still alight
    They’re burning into the night

    There’s too many immigrants, too many muslims
    Making too many problems
    And there’s not much love to go around
    Can’t you see this is a land of confusion?

    This is the world we live in
    And these are the hands we’re given
    Use them and let’s start trying
    To make it a place worth living in

    Oh, superman, where are you now?
    When everything’s gone wrong somehow?
    The men of steel, these men of power
    Are losing control by the hour

    This is the time, this is the place
    So we look for the future
    But there’s not much love to go around
    Tell me why this is a land of confusion

    This is the world we live in
    And these are the hands we’re given
    Use them and let’s start trying
    To make it a place worth living in

    I remember long ago
    When the sun was shining
    And all the stars were bright all through the night
    In the wake of this madness, as I held you tight
    So long ago

    I won’t be coming home tonight
    My generation will put it right
    We’re not just making promises
    That we know we’ll never keep

    There’s too many immigrants, too many muslims
    Making too many problems
    And there’s not much love to go round
    Can’t you see this is a land of confusion?

    Now, this is the world we live in
    And these are the hands we’re given
    Use them and let’s start trying
    To make it a place worth fighting for

    This is the world we live in
    And these are the names we’re given
    Stand up and let’s start showing
    Just where our lives are going to….

    If I sound pissed off it’s because I have ancestors of mine still buried in Europe from bailing your European asses out from the last couple of World Wars – ASSHOLES!!! I doubt I will ever be able to pay my respects to them now.

    Don’t count on any more of my family tree risking their necks for ya’ll either – We got enough problems of our own down here in Gods Own

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