“We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms… And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered.”

Christmas in India by Rudyard Kipling

Seems somehow fitting to celebrate Christmas in the old country with another great poem from the Poet Laureate of the British Empire, don’t you think? Dim dawn behind the tamarisks — the sky is saffron-yellow — As the women in the village grind...

A Servant When He Reigneth by Rudyard Kipling

“For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear. For a servant when he reigneth, and a fool when he is filled with meat; for an odious woman when she is married, and an handmaid that is heir to her mistress.” — PROV. XXX....

The Betrothed by Rudyard Kipling

Was there ever a more red-pill poet and writer than Rudyard Kipling? About the only one who I genuinely think could possibly compete for that title was probably W. Somerset Maugham- I know Charles Bukowski is supposed to be right up there too, but I’ve...

The Glory of the Garden by Rudyard Kipling

Today is Thanksgiving, that most wonderful of all American holidays, a day on which we take a few minutes to be grateful for all that the God of Creation has given us. And who better to help us express that sentiment than the Poet-Laureate of the British Empire? Our...

The King’s Task by Rudyard Kipling

Yes, I know, it’s Friday, and that’s supposed to be when the gratuitous and tacky and crude and offensive (to blue-haired tattooed fatass SJW freakazoids) display of objectified women is supposed to take place. Don’t worry, that’s coming up. A...

The Heritage by Rudyard Kipling

If there was ever a more “red-pill” poet than Kipling, I’ve yet to encounter him. This particular poem of his is one that I discovered just today- I was flipping randomly through his work on my phone and stopped the moment I saw it. Basically, if you...

Rimini by Rudyard Kipling

Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire When I left Rome for Lalage’s sake,By the Legions’ Road to Rimini, She vowed her heart was mine to take With me and my shield to Rimini– (Till the Eagles flew from Rimini–) And I’ve...

The Children’s Song by Rudyard Kipling

From the story “Puck of Pook’s Hill”: Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our place As men and women with our race. Father in Heaven who lovest all, Oh, help Thy children when they...

An Imperial Rescript by Rudyard Kipling

Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to help the weak in their need, He sent a word to the peoples, who struggle, and pant, and sweat, That the straw might be counted fairly and the tally of bricks be set....

The Choice by Rudyard Kipling

#BREXIT!!! In honour of this momentous occasion, let the Poet-Laureate of the British Empire give tongue to what has happened: To the Judge of Right and Wrong  With Whom fulfilment lies  Our purpose and our power belong,  Our faith and sacrifice. ...