The Diehard


Please read and understand this epic poem by Jez Turner, of the London Forum. It tells of the lengths the controllers have gone to in order to enslave us and bring about our demise. But, they have not succeeded and they never will !


This is a very passionate poem that comes from the heart. Every battle that’s been fought has been won by men who passionately believed in their cause and that unfailing belief will ultimately lead us to victory and – without that level of passion, defeat is the only outcome.


If you don’t understand some of the references; do your research and you will realise that this war has raged for thousands of years and the war machine rolls on. We are a very important cog in that wheel and we must honour our forefathers and do our best – just as they did for us! ….


The Diehard 

(Which side are you on?)


The Diehard 1

Age after age I’ve fought in wars,

I’m the diehard who’ll never die,

Adventure’s been my life’s breath, no regrets I’ll ever sigh,

Faith and Loyalty – they’re my Laws,

Honour and Duty – that’s my Cause.


The Diehard 2

Haman was my man, when we did plan to make the Persians free,

And it was I who whispered counsel in Pharaoh’s ear, the Hebrews saw, and to the Red Sea they did flee,

I was with Titus and Hadrian when we cleared the viper’s nest,

And I was with Lucius Flavius Silva’s Tenth when we finished off the rest.



The Diehard - Jesus


Pontius Pilate looked on me with a face of tender woe,

When though but a child and my voice was drowned,

I cried ”Let our Saviour go!”



The Diehard 4

I wore blue woad upon my skin and fought Rome’s mailed legions in the surf,

I stood fast in the Saxon shield wall when Harold fell to earth,

In Old Constantinople I remained and fought in the gate,

When the Jews threw open the doors to the Turk and glutted all their hate.



The Diehard 5

Vlad Teppes was my lord when we taught the Ottomans how true white men die,

And I was with Byron the poet, when we freed the Balkans and watched a new Sun rise.

I fought the invasions of Tatars, and the Mongol hordes – I never ran away,

Betrayed we stayed and fought by Roland’s side, ten thousand Moors dragged us down and vilely won the fray.



The Diehard 6

Heartening words I did tell to the mind of Charles Martel,

And he turned to me with a smile and thanks at the sound of our Victory yell.

And I rode with The Cid , and under Isabella and Ferdinand,

Until we cleansed Iberia and thus freed the Christian land.

I was felled beside my King in battle at Bosworth field,

When to the Tudor usurper I would not cowardly yield.



The Diehard 7

I was the Knight who watched his peasants starve and slave under usury,

“Enough!” So I roused them up and we broke the chains of misery.

England was hurting, smarting and sore,

I sang to good King Edward and England was merry once more.



The Diehard 8

And I wore the plume in my hat, devil may care in splendid array,

We laughed and charged with Rupert and so we won the day.

‘’Liberty, Equality, Fraternity’’ the urban mob did yell,

But my reason wasn’t swayed, and I wasn’t fooled when the tumbrils rolled and the guillotine it fell,

So I fought them in the countryside and sent them all to hell.


The Diehard 9

And I fought beside the Bonnie Prince amidst the awful slaughter,

And still stay loyal to the one true King who lives across the water.

I wore the grey when the drums did roll and General Lee marched north,

And later nightly the hood of white when Forest’s * ghosts rode forth.


The Diehard 10

I rode with stern Baron Ungern when the cruel red beast awoke,

And we battled on and on, till the ground with our blood was choked.

When to destroy Civilization, the Capitalists and Communists came,

I fought to thwart their aim,

And when all was lost – I fought on just the same.


The Diehard 12

Justice should be swift and sure – and there for all to see,

So when the liberal judges let evil men go free,

I round them catch them all, judges too, and hang them from the gallows tree.


The Diehard 11

And so you see – ask me not which side I’m on, nor ask me why I fight,

Simply know this – I’m a fighter and I always choose the Right.

– Jez Turner


* Forest’s ghosts: General Nathan Bedford Forest – the most accomplished cavalry leader of the Confederate armies and founder and leader of the Ku Klux Klan.


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