Enoch Powell and Donald Trump

Enoch Powell once saw the River Tiber

foaming with much blood.

Acting as a Roman river diver,

he threw lots of mud

at immigrants, declaring Britain mad,

man of the Right, proved right

about what would occur. How very sad!

The island that was tight

became an island where violence runs loose,

and bombs, not mud, are thrown

at Britons who’ve been cooking their own goose,

as Enoch Powell alone

had prophesied. His melancholy mantras

ironically fueled

outrage against him, as with all Cassandras,

and Britain which once ruled

the ocean waves would soon be ruled by waves

of immigrants who came

intending to make Britons caliph slaves,

while casting on them blame

for their loose, modern, British way of life.

They have no Magna Carta,

so Enoch, who had prophesied this strife,

is Britain’s modern martyr,

a man whom it was difficult to dump.

The populi’s loud vox

cheers views that like the views of Donald Trump,

can’t be locked in a box,

or washed away by rivers like the Tiber

and the Thames, but will

be seen on televisions, and with cyber-

sound the airwaves fill,

hatefully distributed to damn us

by sharing hateful views,

damned even more by right-winged Renaud Camus

than by woke lefty Jews.

Douglas Murray, writing about Renaud Camus in “The crime of noticing,” The New Criterion, May 2025, quotes General de Gaulle:

Those who advocate integration have the brains of hummingbirds, no matter how learned they are.  Try mixing oil and vinegar. After a shake, they’ll separate again. Arabs are Arabs and the French are French. Do you think the French can absorb ten million Muslims, who tomorrow will become twenty million and the day after tomorrow forty?