All the world over, nursing their scars,
Sit the old fighting-men broke in the wars—
Sit the old fighting-men, surly and grim
Mocking the lilt of the conquerors' hymn.
Dust of the battle o'erwhelmed them and hid.
Fame never found them for aught that they did.
Wounded and spent to the lazar they drew,
Lining the road where the Legions roll through.
Sons of the Laurel who press to your meed,
(Worthy God's pity most—you who succeed!)
Ere you go triumphing, crowned, to the stars,
Pity poor fighting-men, broke in the wars!
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Mocking the lilt of the conquerors' hymn and the closing line were my favs. A pretty good poem in all.
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That closing line really cinches things. While other men and women prosper, those who fought for our freedom and right to do so remain far from being rewarded for their efforts. In fact, many have been tossed aside and forgotten. Hiw many lives have made the supreme sacrifice. It's wasn't/isn't just those who have fought. It's their family members as well who have sacrificed for all. This is very thought provoking.
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"Mocking the lilt of the conquerors' hymn." nice line.
The final stanza I think I like as well.
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