D-Day, the sixth of June, has passed quietly in the West. Too quietly. We tend not to notice these ancient reminders of past glories these days. Our attention is fixed not on survival, but on other, more important, things. The men who went ashore that day, onto a hostile beach, onto a hostile continent, are far removed from us in time and space, for they knew who they were, they knew what they were fighting for, and more importantly, they knew what they were fighting for was important. Not so today, when far too many of us here in the West believe nothing is worth fighting for, that there is no difference between us and the people who are trying to kill us, no difference between people who kill little girls and cut off heads before the camera and a society that poured water up the noses of three terrorists in order to forestall further attack. We have lost our way, lost our nerve, lost our souls, and before long we will have lost our country.
The Western world is dead and gone
And with it any sense
Of waking to a peaceful dawn
Of striking warlike tents
The Taliban, those bearded men
So brave when beating girls
Have dazzled our fair left again
Who love their glistening curls
The North Koreans built their bomb
Without a word from us
We greeted it with rare aplomb
And counted it a plus
That Mr. Kim agreed to take
More money and more oil
When he agreed no nukes to make
And wrapped us in his coil
Iran will shortly have the means
To kill six million Jews
While we put out behind the scenes
That really isn’t news
Where once men fought for home and hearth
Now men fight not at all
For cultures that have lost their worth
Where duty does not call
Where have they gone, our men of steel?
Who saw things rearranged?
It isn’t they who seem unreal
It’s only us who’ve changed