Horatius, by Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay
The following is a snippet from the great classic.
Then out spake brave Horatius
The Captain of the Gate:
“To every man upon this Earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods.”
Schoolboys have been reading of brave Horatius at the bridge for over two thousand years. Why has this long ago tale of a Roman soldier holding off the Etruscan host so compelling? I believe it is because it is a tale of honor, of bravery, of a warrior’s determination to fight for his country, his culture, his religion, his wife and children, to the death if need be. We are facing such a challenge today in militant Islam, on the rise once more, at war to the death with the once Christian west, a thousand year war that did not end at the gates of Vienna or at Lepanto. Do we have such a man, a Horatius, to stand at the bridge and deny the Muslims their victory over us, a victory that would reduce us to slaves? Will we see Muslim savagery for what it is, or will we insist Islam is a religion of peace, despite all evidence to the contrary? Will we stand and fight before a city dies from a Muslim nuke? Multiculturalism and political correctness have nearly destroyed the will of the West to resist, but resist we must, or we will surely lose all, including the ashes of our fathers and the temples of our gods.
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods
Brave men will fight the fiercest foe
Despite the gravest odds
Today the foe amidst us
Walks upright and in the light
He fears naught but his holy book
That tells him he is right
To kill the infidel at hand
By any means possessed
He smiles the smile of conquest while
His victims are obsessed
With mortal things and mortal thoughts
Of living the good life
Avoiding confrontation and
Avoiding parlous strife
But come the day the masks fall off
Of Islam’s murderous face
And by its acts of savagery
Ignites the Christian race
Then only then will Christian men
Unite to stem the tide
And Islam’s terror gangsters will
Then have no place to hide
A burnt out western city will
Return a thousand fold
And western man the warrior
Will hark back to days of old
And will savage the black Muslims
Put them all beneath the sod
With the ashes of their fathers
And the temples of their god