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Originally Posted by semihere
But have you noticed there's no Welsh representation on the Union Flag? This is because of all the subjugated nations of the Union, the Welsh suffered the worst oppression. Their language was banned, their landowners disposessed and brutal laws brought in to keep the people on their knees. Much worse than Scotland or Northern Ireland.
The British Empire was never actually superior. It was just more brutal than anybody else. In Kenya we killed hundreds of thousands in our gulags. In India we killed MILLIONS through starvation (made the potato famine look like the Irish being sent to bed without any tea!). That's how we established control. It's probably a good job we don't have access to guns the way that Americans do ![Embarrassment](https://www.accringtonweb.com/forum/images/smilies/redface.gif)
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its obvious you never had to learn this in school
Take up the White Man's burden--
Send forth the best ye breed--
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild--
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.
Take up the White Man's burden--
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.
Take up the White Man's burden--
The savage wars of peace--
Fill full the mouth of Famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hopes to nought.
Take up the White Man's burden--
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper--
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go mark them with your living,
And mark them with your dead.
Take up the White Man's burden--
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard--
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light:--
"Why brought he us from bondage,
Our loved Egyptian night?"
Take up the White Man's burden--
Ye dare not stoop to less--
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To
cloke (1) your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh your gods and you.
Take up the White Man's burden--
Have done with childish days--
The lightly proferred
laurel, (2)
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers!
the guy who wrote this won the nobel prize for Literature
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