The Ghost of Charles Martel

The ghost of Charles Martel struggles without rest in these dire times suffered in his old Earthly realm.

Innocent Frenchmen victimized by the brutal Moslems wish that he was at the helm.

He sees a great danger to his people and to France, he longs to take back up the shield and the lance.

While he yearns to take the field against the Saracen foe, the Frenchmen now pretend about this problem not to know.

The good humble folk of this land are silenced when in defense they protest, their masters upheave their society, never doing what is best.

The Saracens who were banished some 1,300 years ago, have returned to conquer once again with the help of young Macron.

The Hammer King of ages past would defend his folk if he could, but the leaders of today, united against their peoples, see their destruction as a good.

These people dared to eat the apple in the garden, and were fooled by socialism’s lies, and now they have to watch as their leaders plot against their nation as it dies.

The new royalty of Europe bring in by millions their enemies of old, to try and stem the tide of a failing system of barbary
and bribes.

They seek to replace their former serfs, with those who will reproduce, so they import new voters for themselves, but never tell the truth.

They want to win the world by playing a demographic game, on their addicted quest for power the destruction of our nations we must blame.

With no concern for history or rights or ideas or consequences which come later, those in power find any way they can to stay on the throne for even one more hour.

So call upon Martel, you Frenchmen, call upon your past. Its time to fight for your nation, and you’d better do it fast.

Once Paris was a city whose glory was rivalled only by Rome, now parasites who despise their hosts claim it as their home.

No more across the world does France’s glory God’s name proclaim, no more is that fair Gaulish land a place of lyric fame.

No more can the Frenchman call his land his home, though he’s fought and died and bled a thousand times to defend this land, his own.

Today he has a choice to make, and the results are all too clear. Will he stand up and fight for France or let it fade into the history of past years?

So call upon Martel the Hammer, you Frenchmen if you care, for to fight against the might of a proud and determined France, no enemy would dare.