This poem is a modern re-work of Lord Alfred Tennyson's The War. The poem was originally written during the Crimean War, but this version is for the modern Patriots of England, Britain and Europe.
There is a darkness afar,
Storm in Britain that rots away,
Storm of battle and the iron of war,
Well, in time, we will have our day.
Form! form! Patriots form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Patriots, patriots, patriots form!
Be not deaf to call of our blood,
Be not gull'd by such alien crys,
Are you ready for feet to thud?
For a man deal with the fire in his eyes?
Form! form! Patriots form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Patriots, patriots, patriots form!
Let your fear for a moment go,
Look to your Saex and sharpen your soul.
Better death than dishonor so,
Than rotten traitors in control!
Form! form! Patriots form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Patriots, patriots, patriots form!
Form, be ready to do or die!
Form, in the name of our Folk and Nation!
True, we stand against the great lie,
Take up the struggle and man your station!
Form! form! Patriots form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Patriots, patriots, patriots form!
By William Hughes
