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Thread ID: 5436 | Posts: 3 | Started: 2003-03-09
2003-03-09 07:08 | User Profile
Battle Hymn of the New World Order (sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
By Marian E. Abbott
Mine eyes have seen the coming of the New World Order crowd, Big government, big business and big medicine, so proud; Hand-in-hand with big religion now, no truths will be allowed, Their lies go marching on (Chorus)
Glory glory hallelujah, we just really wanna rule ya, We'll siphon all your money, make you multiply like bunnies, While our lies go marching on. Now you may think your votes will count, here on election day, That you help preserve democracy, keep enemies away, But we pick all the candidates and tell em what to say, Our lies go marching on.
You say you want a good career to boost your earning power, Well we can offer welfare or a job, six bucks an hour. While we sit and count our fortunes, in our corporate high-rise towers ,Our lies go marching on (Chorus)
Now you may have heard a rumor 'bout the end of all disease' With machines and pills to cure your ills and make you cancer-free, Well we can't have long-lived healthy people doing what they please, Our lies go marching on. You should attend your churches, they will help you stay asleep Controlled by wrathful gods and demons, guilt and fear go deep. If Jesus was the lamb of God, the masses are the sheep, Our lies to marching on (Chorus)
Well, we've got you where we want you now, dirt-poor with kids galore, You may wonder where your money went, and what your family's for. They will soon be used as fodder when we fund another war, Our lies go marching on.
Glory glory hallelujah, we just really wanna screw ya, We'll siphon all your money, make you multiply like bunnies While our lies go marching on...
2003-03-11 08:57 | User Profile
Good one, Faust! Nice -- and very appropriate.
And I was reminded of a good answer to it, made long ago by the British poet William Cowper. I think this is a good place for his answer to "new World Orders" and liars: Shame and ruin wait for you!
Boadicea: An Ode
by William Cowper (1731ââ¬â1800)
WHEN the British warrior queen,
Bleeding from the Roman rods,
Sought, with an indignant mien,
Counsel of her countryââ¬â¢s gods,
Sage beneath a spreading oak
Sat the Druid, hoary chief;
Every burning word he spoke
Full of rage, and full of grief.
ââ¬ËPrincess! if our aged eyes
Weep upon thy matchless wrongs,
ââ¬â¢Tis because resentment ties
All the terrors of our tongues.
ââ¬ËRome shall perishââ¬âwrite that word
In the blood that she has spilt;
Perish, hopeless and abhorred,
Deep in ruin as in guilt.
ââ¬ËRome, for empire far renowned,
Tramples on a thousand states;
Soon her pride shall kiss the groundââ¬â
Hark! the Gaul is at her gates!
ââ¬ËOther Romans shall arise,
Heedless of a soldierââ¬â¢s name;
Sounds, not arms, shall win the prizeââ¬â
Harmony the path to fame.
ââ¬ËThen the progeny that springs
From the forests of our land,
Armed with thunder, clad with wings,
Shall a wider world command.
ââ¬ËRegions Caesar never knew
Thy posterity shall sway,
Where his eagles never flew,
None invincible as they.ââ¬â¢
Such the bardââ¬â¢s prophetic words,
Pregnant with celestial fire,
Bending, as he swept the chords
Of his sweet but awful lyre.
She, with all a monarchââ¬â¢s pride,
Felt them in her bosom glow;
Rushed to battle, fought, and died;
Dying, hurled them at the foe.
ââ¬ËRuffians, pitiless as proud,
Heaven awards the vengeance due:
Empire is on us bestowed,
Shame and ruin wait for you.ââ¬â¢
2003-03-13 02:30 | User Profile
The Queen of the Iceni Celts in her war chariot preparing to turn back massive invasion of illegal Mexican immigrants--scratch that--illegal Roman immigrants at the Rio Grande--scratch that--at Hampstead.
[img]http://www.bibrax.org/images/Cart_Boudicca_Bibrax_4.jpg[/img]
Boadicea statue at Westminster Bridge in London.