Saint George's Day.

[tonytigerbkk]

To my fellow Englishmen,

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

No one calls it racist
When the daffodil's worn in Wales
Or is offended by their dragon
With its forked tail and scales

When St Patrick’s day comes round
And the shamrock's being worn
The Irish are not treated
With insult or with scorn

If a Scotsman on St Andrew’s day
Hoists his flag aloft
He’s not proclaimed a fascist
Or ridiculed or scoffed

So when St George's Day arrives
We English men wont hide
For Elizabeth, England & St George
We’ll wear our Rose with pride

[Somtamnication]

here here . Now, can't wait for the Scots to chime in.

[Soutpeel]

Wait till the sheep shaggers kick off

[Sewell]

Shakespeare's 450th birthday feels like something more worthy of celebrating. From England came William Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time, who gave the whole world a deeper understand of its humanity. From Palestine came St George, a minor saint, who gave the English an excuse to wave some flags around.

[transam]

Shakespeare's 450th birthday feels like something more worthy of celebrating. From England came William Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time, who gave the whole world a deeper understand of its humanity. From Palestine came St George, a minor saint, who gave the English an excuse to wave some flags around.

At least St.George did something useful and paid the ultimate price for his efforts................

[Morakot]

Well, better start preparing a feast and honour that saint.

[Jip99]

Just another day in Thailand.

If I was back in England I would be looking forward to a lunch of rib of beef and an afternoon of beer and wine.

[Sewell]

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Shakespeare's 450th birthday feels like something more worthy of celebrating. From England came William Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time, who gave the whole world a deeper understand of its humanity. From Palestine came St George, a minor saint, who gave the English an excuse to wave some flags around.

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So culture is of no use?

[Jip99]

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Shakespeare's 450th birthday feels like something more worthy of celebrating. From England came William Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time, who gave the whole world a deeper understand of its humanity. From Palestine came St George, a minor saint, who gave the English an excuse to wave some flags around.

At least St.George did something useful and paid the ultimate price for his efforts................ alt=coffee1.gif width=32 height=24>

So culture is of no use?

Of limited use I would say.

But don't try and over-play your hand or you will end up sounding like a Thai.

[transam]

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Shakespeare's 450th birthday feels like something more worthy of celebrating. From England came William Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time, who gave the whole world a deeper understand of its humanity. From Palestine came St George, a minor saint, who gave the English an excuse to wave some flags around.

At least St.George did something useful and paid the ultimate price for his efforts................ alt=coffee1.gif width=32 height=24>

So culture is of no use?

Depends who's culture.

As for writers, there has been a zillion, and that number rises every day, but to have a writer as a countries figure to look up too, not so sure. I know St.George was not English but he came from a period when religion reined, and he fought for the religion that reined in England. As for the dragon, well, think we know about that, the representation of evil at the time.

[Sewell]

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Shakespeare's 450th birthday feels like something more worthy of celebrating. From England came William Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time, who gave the whole world a deeper understand of its humanity. From Palestine came St George, a minor saint, who gave the English an excuse to wave some flags around.

At least St.George did something useful and paid the ultimate price for his efforts................ alt=coffee1.gif width=32 height=24>

So culture is of no use?

Depends who's culture. alt=whistling.gif width=19 height=18>

As for writers, there has been a zillion, and that number rises every day, but to have a writer as a countries figure to look up too, not so sure. I know St.George was not English but he came from a period when religion reined, and he fought for the religion that reined in England. As for the dragon, well, think we know about that, the representation of evil at the time.

There have been just as many, if not more, people who have used religion and patriotism as justification for violence. This number also continues to increase each day. There are other writers, but no other has expressed thoughts, feelings and ideas in quite the same way. There is also the huge contribution Shakespeare made to the development of the English language. You may not care for Shakespeare and that's fine, but his works redefined the English psyche to a greater extent than any those of anyone else. They continue to be a source of inspiration and entertainment for people from all walks of life. They've also had a significant impact on many other cultures, including Thailand's. I feel that these achievements are a more positive cause for celebration than the often hollow nationalism evoked by St George's day.

[siampolee]

To all Englishmen and Englishwomen and their children.
Today is ''St. Georges Day.''

Be proud today as well as other days too we have a unique heritage and irrespective of the politicians the E.U. England and being English is indeed a unique priviliege.

''There is a forgotten nay almost forbidden word, which means more to me than any other. That word is, ''ENGLAND.''

( Sir Winston Churchill)

Thanks Tonytiger bangkok, you know what I mean.

[siampolee]

With all due respects Sewell you might do well to remember the controversy that surrounds Shakespeare and his works and in truth who actually penned those works too.

Indeed Shakespeare is an iconic part of English history as is St. George who is also somewhat controversial.However he ( St George) is the Patron Saint of we English and as much a mixed breed character as Shakespeare and we English as are many other nationalities and their icons in this world we live in.

[tonytigerbkk]

With all due respects Sewell you might do well to remember the controversy that surrounds Shakespeare and his works and in truth who actually penned those works too.

Indeed Shakespeare is an iconic part of English history as is St. George who is also somewhat controversial.However he ( St George) is the Patron Saint of we English and as much a mixed breed character as Shakespeare and we English as are many other nationalities and their icons in this world we live in.

If my memory serves me correctly, Mr. Norman Voles of Gravesend claimed that he wrote all of Shakespeare's plays.

[Sewell]

With all due respects Sewell you might do well to remember the controversy that surrounds Shakespeare and his works and in truth who actually penned those works too.

Indeed Shakespeare is an iconic part of English history as is St. George who is also somewhat controversial.However he ( St George) is the Patron Saint of we English and as much a mixed breed character as Shakespeare and we English as are many other nationalities and their icons in this world we live in.

In light of a lack of supporting evidence, I view the Shakespeare authorship question as little more than class based snobbery. It's hardly significant anyway as it's the works, rather than the man, that are preserved.

Despite being English, and enjoying many things about England, I've never felt compelled to celebrate St George's Day. Shakespeare was from England, but the English shouldn't claim ownership of him. The works are inclusive and open to anyone to enjoy, regardless of nationality, religion, class or ideology. St George's day creates a feeling of exclusivity around being English and Christian.

'Patriotism is, fundamentally, a conviction that a particular country is the best in the world because you were born in it…' - George Bernard Shaw

I didn't take England with me when I went to Thailand, but I do keep a well thumbed copy of Shakespeare's complete works in my office. I'm not begrudging what others choose to celebrate. I'm just trying to explain the reasons why I choose to celebrate something else today.

[The stuttering parrot]

Fair dinkum I'm not even a to and from but a few my mates are.

Here's a bloke proud of his roots proud of his heritage posts a great refreshing positive post and turn into a bloody debate.

Good on ya tony tiger bkk great post.

From an Aussie to a pom have a great day!

[tonytigerbkk]

Fair dinkum I'm not even a to and from but a few my mates are.

Here's a bloke proud of his roots proud of his heritage posts a great refreshing positive post and turn into a bloody debate.

Good on ya tony tiger bkk great post.

From an Aussie to a pom have a great day!

Thank you SP.

The problem is that being proud of ones roots is now seen as a crime, patriotism is a dirty word.

Sewell, Saint George is the patron saint of England.

The national flag of England is Saint George's cross.

Why should the English not celebrate Saint George's Day, it is our national day.

Perhaps you think we should kick the Queen in her backdoors just for good measure (after all she is German).

By the way, congratulations in using a quote from an Irish Nazi in a thread about English patriotism.

[Sewell]

'The problem is that being proud of ones roots is now seen as a crime, patriotism is a dirty word.

Sewell, Saint George is the patron saint of England.

The national flag of England is Saint George's cross.

Why should the English not celebrate Saint George's Day, it is our national day.'

I'm English and proud of many elements of my heritage. I take more pride in some aspects of my culture than others. I simply gave an example of something of English culture that I personally value more than another. These two things are celebrated on the same day and so are suitable comparison. I also think it's interesting to use today to examine England's place in the world and what it means to be English.

'Perhaps you think we should kick the Queen in her backdoors just for good measure (after all she is German).'

That doesn't criticise anything I said, but rather it is straw-manning me for an easy attack. I never expressed such sentiments.

'By the way, congratulations in using a quote from an Irish Nazi in a thread about English patriotism.'

Shaw was Irish, though I fail to see what bearing that has on anything. He was also a lifelong socialist and already quite old by the time that Nazism had risen to prominence.

[tonytigerbkk]

Yes Shaw was quite old during the Nazi era but he was still able to agree with Hitler's (and Stalin's) genocide, Maybe you are reading the wrong books.

Anyway, I started this thread to express my wishes to my fellow Englishmen on this our national day and not to bicker about the tripe that you are posting.

So, just to keep you happy:

To my fellow Englishmen (except Sewell),

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

[tw25rw]

Shakespeare's 450th birthday feels like something more worthy of celebrating. From England came William Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time, who gave the whole world a deeper understand of its humanity. From Palestine came St George, a minor saint, who gave the English an excuse to wave some flags around.

It was also his death day, so maybe he wouldn't think it worth celebrating.

[tw25rw]

Shakespeare's 450th birthday feels like something more worthy of celebrating. From England came William Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time, who gave the whole world a deeper understand of its humanity. From Palestine came St George, a minor saint, who gave the English an excuse to wave some flags around.

At least St.George did something useful and paid the ultimate price for his efforts................

But he wasn't English and he is the patron saint of many places. It's a bit like the UK using lions on their various crests..

[transam]

Shakespeare's 450th birthday feels like something more worthy of celebrating. From England came William Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time, who gave the whole world a deeper understand of its humanity. From Palestine came St George, a minor saint, who gave the English an excuse to wave some flags around.

At least St.George did something useful and paid the ultimate price for his efforts................

But he wasn't English and he is the patron saint of many places. It's a bit like the UK using lions on their various crests..

England's history,St.George's time Christianity ruled, England was and is still a Christian country. Richard the lion heart used the Lions and St.George doing his stuff, our history. English sport uses the 3 Lions. OUR HISTORY..............

[I Like Thai]

Yes Shaw was quite old during the Nazi era but he was still able to agree with Hitler's (and Stalin's) genocide, Maybe you are reading the wrong books.

Anyway, I started this thread to express my wishes to my fellow Englishmen on this our national day and not to bicker about the tripe that you are posting.

So, just to keep you happy:

To my fellow Englishmen (except Sewell),

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

This is supposed to be a topic about England and St George, but as usual the mods are biased in their moderation. Better to leave Ireland out of your English topics, but if you want to point fingers about Genocide (English always do), then better to deal with your own Genocidal crimes first before pointing fingers.

Weary men, what reap ye? —Golden corn for the stranger.

What sow ye? —Human corpses that wait for the avenger.

Fainting forms, hunger‐stricken, what see you in the offing?

Stately ships to bear our food away, amid the stranger's scoffing.

There's a proud array of soldiers—what do they round your door?

They guard our masters' granaries from the thin hands of the poor.

Pale mothers, wherefore weeping? —Would to God that we were dead

Our children swoon before us, and we cannot give them bread.

Little children, tears are strange upon your infant faces,

God meant you but to smile within your mother's soft embraces.

Oh! we know not what is smiling, and we know not what is dying;

But we're hungry, very hungry, and we cannot stop our crying.

And some of us grow cold and white—we know not what it means;

But, as they lie beside us, we tremble in our dreams.

There's a gaunt crowd on the highway—are ye come to pray to man,

With hollow eyes that cannot weep, and for words your faces wan?

No; the blood is dead within our veins—we care not now for life;

Let us die hid in the ditches, far from children and from wife;

We cannot stay and listen to their raving, famished cries

Bread! Bread! Bread! and none to still their agonies.

We left our infants playing with their dead mother's hand:

We left our maidens maddened by the fever's scorching brand:

Better, maiden, thou were strangled in thy own dark‐twisted tresses—

Better, infant, thou wert smothered in thy mother's first caresses.

We are fainting in our misery, but God will hear our groan;

Yet, if fellow‐men desert us, will He hearken from His Throne?

Accursed are we in our own land, yet toil we still and toil;

But the stranger reaps our harvest—the alien owns our soil.

O Christ! how have we sinned, that on our native plains

We perish houseless, naked, starved, with branded brow, like Cain's?

Dying, dying wearily, with a torture sure and slow

Dying, as a dog would die, by the wayside as we go.

One by one they're falling round us, their pale faces to the sky;

We've no strength left to dig them graves—there let them lie.

The wild bird, if he's stricken, is mourned by the others,

But we—we die in Christian land—we die amid our brothers,

In the land which God has given, like a wild beast in his cave,

Without a tear, a prayer, a shroud, a coffin, or a grave.

Ha! but think ye the contortions on each livid face ye see,

Will not be read on judgment‐day by eyes of Deity?

We are wretches, famished, scorned, human tools to build your pride,

But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died.

Now is your hour of pleasure—bask ye in the world's caress;

But our whitening bones against ye will rise as witnesses,

From the cabins and the ditches, in their charred, uncoffin'd masses,

For the Angel of the Trumpet will know them as he passes.

A ghastly, spectral army, before the great God we'll stand,

And arraign ye as our murderers, the spoilers of our land.

Lady Jane Wilde

[tonytigerbkk]

Yes Shaw was quite old during the Nazi era but he was still able to agree with Hitler's (and Stalin's) genocide, Maybe you are reading the wrong books.

Anyway, I started this thread to express my wishes to my fellow Englishmen on this our national day and not to bicker about the tripe that you are posting.

So, just to keep you happy:

To my fellow Englishmen (except Sewell),

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

This is supposed to be a topic about England and St George, but as usual the mods are biased in their moderation. Better to leave Ireland out of your English topics, but if you want to point fingers about Genocide (English always do), then better to deal with your own Genocidal crimes first before pointing fingers.

Weary men, what reap ye? —Golden corn for the stranger.

What sow ye? —Human corpses that wait for the avenger.

Fainting forms, hunger‐stricken, what see you in the offing?

Stately ships to bear our food away, amid the stranger's scoffing.

There's a proud array of soldiers—what do they round your door?

They guard our masters' granaries from the thin hands of the poor.

Pale mothers, wherefore weeping? —Would to God that we were dead

Our children swoon before us, and we cannot give them bread.

Little children, tears are strange upon your infant faces,

God meant you but to smile within your mother's soft embraces.

Oh! we know not what is smiling, and we know not what is dying;

But we're hungry, very hungry, and we cannot stop our crying.

And some of us grow cold and white—we know not what it means;

But, as they lie beside us, we tremble in our dreams.

There's a gaunt crowd on the highway—are ye come to pray to man,

With hollow eyes that cannot weep, and for words your faces wan?

No; the blood is dead within our veins—we care not now for life;

Let us die hid in the ditches, far from children and from wife;

We cannot stay and listen to their raving, famished cries

Bread! Bread! Bread! and none to still their agonies.

We left our infants playing with their dead mother's hand:

We left our maidens maddened by the fever's scorching brand:

Better, maiden, thou were strangled in thy own dark‐twisted tresses—

Better, infant, thou wert smothered in thy mother's first caresses.

We are fainting in our misery, but God will hear our groan;

Yet, if fellow‐men desert us, will He hearken from His Throne?

Accursed are we in our own land, yet toil we still and toil;

But the stranger reaps our harvest—the alien owns our soil.

O Christ! how have we sinned, that on our native plains

We perish houseless, naked, starved, with branded brow, like Cain's?

Dying, dying wearily, with a torture sure and slow

Dying, as a dog would die, by the wayside as we go.

One by one they're falling round us, their pale faces to the sky;

We've no strength left to dig them graves—there let them lie.

The wild bird, if he's stricken, is mourned by the others,

But we—we die in Christian land—we die amid our brothers,

In the land which God has given, like a wild beast in his cave,

Without a tear, a prayer, a shroud, a coffin, or a grave.

Ha! but think ye the contortions on each livid face ye see,

Will not be read on judgment‐day by eyes of Deity?

We are wretches, famished, scorned, human tools to build your pride,

But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died.

Now is your hour of pleasure—bask ye in the world's caress;

But our whitening bones against ye will rise as witnesses,

From the cabins and the ditches, in their charred, uncoffin'd masses,

For the Angel of the Trumpet will know them as he passes.

A ghastly, spectral army, before the great God we'll stand,

And arraign ye as our murderers, the spoilers of our land.

Lady Jane Wilde

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[Sewell]

Yes Shaw was quite old during the Nazi era but he was still able to agree with Hitler's (and Stalin's) genocide, Maybe you are reading the wrong books.

Anyway, I started this thread to express my wishes to my fellow Englishmen on this our national day and not to bicker about the tripe that you are posting.

So, just to keep you happy:

To my fellow Englishmen (except Sewell),

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

It's true that Shaw came out with some highly objectionable statements that I won't defend, but the context makes things a little more complex:

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/theatre-and-performance/was-george-bernard-shaw-a-monster/article585209/?page=all

So it seems that, much like England, Shaw was full of contradictions, both good and bad.

I'm sorry if I upset you, that was not my intention. Happy St George's day to you. I'll stick with the red rose in support of Lancashire County Cricket Club.

[transam]

Yes Shaw was quite old during the Nazi era but he was still able to agree with Hitler's (and Stalin's) genocide, Maybe you are reading the wrong books.

Anyway, I started this thread to express my wishes to my fellow Englishmen on this our national day and not to bicker about the tripe that you are posting.

So, just to keep you happy:

To my fellow Englishmen (except Sewell),

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

It's true that Shaw came out with some highly objectionable statements that I won't defend, but the context makes things a little more complex:

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/theatre-and-performance/was-george-bernard-shaw-a-monster/article585209/?page=all

So it seems that, much like England, Shaw was full of contradictions, both good and bad.

I'm sorry if I upset you, that was not my intention. Happy St George's day to you. I'll stick with the red rose in support of Lancashire County Cricket Club.

You forget about the white rose which was also part of England.

Us English MUST hang on to our history, not change a single thing, it is our history...........

Zillions of English folk have fought and died behind the flag of St.George and OUR 3 Lions. We still do, at war or sport. Don't try and change stuff eh, for any reason.........

[Sewell]

Yes Shaw was quite old during the Nazi era but he was still able to agree with Hitler's (and Stalin's) genocide, Maybe you are reading the wrong books.

Anyway, I started this thread to express my wishes to my fellow Englishmen on this our national day and not to bicker about the tripe that you are posting.

So, just to keep you happy:

To my fellow Englishmen (except Sewell),

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

It's true that Shaw came out with some highly objectionable statements that I won't defend, but the context makes things a little more complex:

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/theatre-and-performance/was-george-bernard-shaw-a-monster/article585209/?page=all

So it seems that, much like England, Shaw was full of contradictions, both good and bad.

I'm sorry if I upset you, that was not my intention. Happy St George's day to you. I'll stick with the red rose in support of Lancashire County Cricket Club.

You forget about the white rose which was also part of England.

Us English MUST hang on to our history, not change a single thing, it is our history...........

Zillions of English folk have fought and died behind the flag of St.George and OUR 3 Lions. We still do, at war or sport. Don't try and change stuff eh, for any reason.........

I didn't forget the white rose, I just chose to promote my Lancashire roots. Don't want to give too much to that Yorkshire mob.

[tonytigerbkk]

Yes Shaw was quite old during the Nazi era but he was still able to agree with Hitler's (and Stalin's) genocide, Maybe you are reading the wrong books.

Anyway, I started this thread to express my wishes to my fellow Englishmen on this our national day and not to bicker about the tripe that you are posting.

So, just to keep you happy:

To my fellow Englishmen (except Sewell),

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

It's true that Shaw came out with some highly objectionable statements that I won't defend, but the context makes things a little more complex:

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/theatre-and-performance/was-george-bernard-shaw-a-monster/article585209/?page=all

So it seems that, much like England, Shaw was full of contradictions, both good and bad.

I'm sorry if I upset you, that was not my intention. Happy St George's day to you. I'll stick with the red rose in support of Lancashire County Cricket Club.

OK, message received and appreciated, I guess I'm very overprotective about St. George’s day, as it is also my Regimental Day.

Anyway, just to show you that there is no harm done, have some red roses (to represent Lancashire).

Now if I can work out what ‘I Like Thai’ is babbling on about.

[evadgib]

Yes Shaw was quite old during the Nazi era but he was still able to agree with Hitler's (and Stalin's) genocide, Maybe you are reading the wrong books.

Anyway, I started this thread to express my wishes to my fellow Englishmen on this our national day and not to bicker about the tripe that you are posting.

So, just to keep you happy:

To my fellow Englishmen (except Sewell),

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

This is supposed to be a topic about England and St George, but as usual the mods are biased in their moderation. Better to leave Ireland out of your English topics, but if you want to point fingers about Genocide (English always do), then better to deal with your own Genocidal crimes first before pointing fingers.

Weary men, what reap ye? —Golden corn for the stranger.

What sow ye? —Human corpses that wait for the avenger.

Fainting forms, hunger‐stricken, what see you in the offing?

Stately ships to bear our food away, amid the stranger's scoffing.

There's a proud array of soldiers—what do they round your door?

They guard our masters' granaries from the thin hands of the poor.

Pale mothers, wherefore weeping? —Would to God that we were dead

Our children swoon before us, and we cannot give them bread.

Little children, tears are strange upon your infant faces,

God meant you but to smile within your mother's soft embraces.

Oh! we know not what is smiling, and we know not what is dying;

But we're hungry, very hungry, and we cannot stop our crying.

And some of us grow cold and white—we know not what it means;

But, as they lie beside us, we tremble in our dreams.

There's a gaunt crowd on the highway—are ye come to pray to man,

With hollow eyes that cannot weep, and for words your faces wan?

No; the blood is dead within our veins—we care not now for life;

Let us die hid in the ditches, far from children and from wife;

We cannot stay and listen to their raving, famished cries

Bread! Bread! Bread! and none to still their agonies.

We left our infants playing with their dead mother's hand:

We left our maidens maddened by the fever's scorching brand:

Better, maiden, thou were strangled in thy own dark‐twisted tresses—

Better, infant, thou wert smothered in thy mother's first caresses.

We are fainting in our misery, but God will hear our groan;

Yet, if fellow‐men desert us, will He hearken from His Throne?

Accursed are we in our own land, yet toil we still and toil;

But the stranger reaps our harvest—the alien owns our soil.

O Christ! how have we sinned, that on our native plains

We perish houseless, naked, starved, with branded brow, like Cain's?

Dying, dying wearily, with a torture sure and slow

Dying, as a dog would die, by the wayside as we go.

One by one they're falling round us, their pale faces to the sky;

We've no strength left to dig them graves—there let them lie.

The wild bird, if he's stricken, is mourned by the others,

But we—we die in Christian land—we die amid our brothers,

In the land which God has given, like a wild beast in his cave,

Without a tear, a prayer, a shroud, a coffin, or a grave.

Ha! but think ye the contortions on each livid face ye see,

Will not be read on judgment‐day by eyes of Deity?

We are wretches, famished, scorned, human tools to build your pride,

But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died.

Now is your hour of pleasure—bask ye in the world's caress;

But our whitening bones against ye will rise as witnesses,

From the cabins and the ditches, in their charred, uncoffin'd masses,

For the Angel of the Trumpet will know them as he passes.

A ghastly, spectral army, before the great God we'll stand,

And arraign ye as our murderers, the spoilers of our land.

Lady Jane Wilde

Did similar &lt;deleted&gt; disrupt the St Paddys day thread?

[I Like Thai]

Yes Shaw was quite old during the Nazi era but he was still able to agree with Hitler's (and Stalin's) genocide, Maybe you are reading the wrong books.

Anyway, I started this thread to express my wishes to my fellow Englishmen on this our national day and not to bicker about the tripe that you are posting.

So, just to keep you happy:

To my fellow Englishmen (except Sewell),

I wish you all a Happy Saint George’s Day.

Wear your roses with pride and remember red on the right and white on the left.

This is supposed to be a topic about England and St George, but as usual the mods are biased in their moderation. Better to leave Ireland out of your English topics, but if you want to point fingers about Genocide (English always do), then better to deal with your own Genocidal crimes first before pointing fingers.

Weary men, what reap ye? —Golden corn for the stranger.

What sow ye? —Human corpses that wait for the avenger.

Fainting forms, hunger‐stricken, what see you in the offing?

Stately ships to bear our food away, amid the stranger's scoffing.

There's a proud array of soldiers—what do they round your door?

They guard our masters' granaries from the thin hands of the poor.

Pale mothers, wherefore weeping? —Would to God that we were dead

Our children swoon before us, and we cannot give them bread.

Little children, tears are strange upon your infant faces,

God meant you but to smile within your mother's soft embraces.

Oh! we know not what is smiling, and we know not what is dying;

But we're hungry, very hungry, and we cannot stop our crying.

And some of us grow cold and white—we know not what it means;

But, as they lie beside us, we tremble in our dreams.

There's a gaunt crowd on the highway—are ye come to pray to man,

With hollow eyes that cannot weep, and for words your faces wan?

No; the blood is dead within our veins—we care not now for life;

Let us die hid in the ditches, far from children and from wife;

We cannot stay and listen to their raving, famished cries

Bread! Bread! Bread! and none to still their agonies.

We left our infants playing with their dead mother's hand:

We left our maidens maddened by the fever's scorching brand:

Better, maiden, thou were strangled in thy own dark‐twisted tresses—

Better, infant, thou wert smothered in thy mother's first caresses.

We are fainting in our misery, but God will hear our groan;

Yet, if fellow‐men desert us, will He hearken from His Throne?

Accursed are we in our own land, yet toil we still and toil;

But the stranger reaps our harvest—the alien owns our soil.

O Christ! how have we sinned, that on our native plains

We perish houseless, naked, starved, with branded brow, like Cain's?

Dying, dying wearily, with a torture sure and slow

Dying, as a dog would die, by the wayside as we go.

One by one they're falling round us, their pale faces to the sky;

We've no strength left to dig them graves—there let them lie.

The wild bird, if he's stricken, is mourned by the others,

But we—we die in Christian land—we die amid our brothers,

In the land which God has given, like a wild beast in his cave,

Without a tear, a prayer, a shroud, a coffin, or a grave.

Ha! but think ye the contortions on each livid face ye see,

Will not be read on judgment‐day by eyes of Deity?

We are wretches, famished, scorned, human tools to build your pride,

But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died.

Now is your hour of pleasure—bask ye in the world's caress;

But our whitening bones against ye will rise as witnesses,

From the cabins and the ditches, in their charred, uncoffin'd masses,

For the Angel of the Trumpet will know them as he passes.

A ghastly, spectral army, before the great God we'll stand,

And arraign ye as our murderers, the spoilers of our land.

Lady Jane Wilde

Did similar <deleted> disrupt the St Paddys day thread?

Ireland was brought into the topic by an Englishman, better to leave it out as I suggested earlier.