The Angry Exile: More please.

The Hangman

Into our town the Hangman came,
Smelling of gold and blood and flame.
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air,
And built his frame in the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime
That the Hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
And innocent though we were, with dread,
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead --
Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he
For whom you raised the gallows-tree?"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
"He who serves me best," said he,
"Shall earn the rope of the gallows-tree."
And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another's grief
At the Hangman's hand was our relief
And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his Hangman's cloak.
The next day's sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town,
And stark and black in the morning air
Was the gallows-tree in the courthouse square.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and business-like.
And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done
Yesterday, with the foreign one?"
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed,
"Oh, not for him was the gallows raised."
He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
"Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That's a thing I do
To stretch a rope when the rope is new."
Then one cried "Murder!" and one cried "Shame!"
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he,
"with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?"
And he laid his hand on that one's arm.
And we shrank back in quick alarm!
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.
That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
The gallows-tree had taken root;
Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
The third he took -- we had all heard tell --
Was a usurer, and an infidel.
"What," said the Hangman "have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?"
And we cried out, "Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?"
The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows-beam."
The fourth man's dark, accusing song
Had scratched our comfort hard and long;
"And what concern," he gave us back.
"Have you for the doomed -- the doomed and Black?"
The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again,
"Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?"
"It's a trick," he said. "that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow."
And so we ceased, and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.
Then through the town the Hangman came,
Through the empty streets, and called my name --
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall,
And thought, "There is no one left at all
For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help pull down the gallows-tree."
So I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.
He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town.
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.
And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap,
And it sprang down with a ready snap --
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then,
"That your scaffold was built for other men...
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me, Hangman. Foully lied!"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true --
The scaffold was raised for none but you.
For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others who might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?"
"Dead," I whispered. And amiably
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the foreigner, then the Jew...
I did no more than you let me do."
Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
None had stood so alone as I.
The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there
Cried "Stop!" for me in the empty square.

Maurice Ogden

Monday 26 October 2009

More please.

Via Guido who says

Yasmin Alibhai-Brown leads these dangerous radicals.

My 2¢ is that Yasmin Alibah-Brown may write some shit from time to time but I have a great deal of respect for her and the rest of the BMSD for this. I feel that more Western Muslims standing up for freedom, liberty and a little live and let live will do a lot to counter not only the porn using, dope smoking, hypocrisy ridden pisshead ~~Andy~~ Anjem Choudary and the other headcases wanting Sharia law in the UK, but also the intolerant xenophobes of the BNP. I very much hope they get a load of support, and that the more rabid sections of the main stream media report on it.

Love the slogans, by the way, though I have a couple of minor points to raise:

Laugh At Those Who Insult Freedom, They Are Very Silly People

They can also be very dangerous people, and we forget that at our peril. I'm not just thinking about Muslims here - Western governments have a lousy track record in that department, and I'm sorry to say I stopped laughing and started swearing about it a while back.

Free Speech Will Dominate The World, All May Speak Their Minds

Liberal Democracy Will Rule The World, Freedom Is Here To Stay

Noble sentiments. Let's hope, and pray if that's your thing, that we all live to see it.

5 comments:

Rob Farrington said...: This is fantastic news.

I'm just wondering though, what would happen if both the BMSD and the English Defense League turned up to protest against the islamoloonies on the same day.

I don't doubt that some rank and file members of the EDL joined genuinely accepting the organisation's official line that they're non-racist and are just opposed to Islamic extremism. Presumably, those people should see the BMSD as natural allies.

What about those EDL members who like to give nazi salutes and see all muslims as the enemy, though? Who would end up fighting who?; 27 October 2009 at 12:33
Jim Fryar said...: Great find, I have borrowed it to spread it further. Thanks.; 28 October 2009 at 01:06
Angry Exile said...: Rob, agreed. Both fantastic and also could be an interesting dilemma for the extreme section of the EDL. What do you do when some of those you say are dangerous and freedom hating turn around and nod, and join you in opposing the real nutters? Kind of steals the thunder, eh? Actually I think the mickey taking approach by the BMSD is inspired because it tackles two lots of opposing extremists at the same time.

Jim, yes, I felt the same way and reposted it for much the same reasons.; 28 October 2009 at 04:01
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Angry Exile said...: 123123, why don't you go and choke yourself on your own cock? Spamming cunt.; 19 November 2009 at 08:54