If we must die let it not be like hogs
Haunted and penned in an inglorious spot
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs
Making their mock at our accursed lot
If we must die, o let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! We must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Let men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
Nice One. This piece reminds me that you must not fold your hands when you are in danger. You must fight even though you would be killed in the act. One would be remembered when he/She die while fighting.
ReplyDeleteSure, a poem that keep the flames of survival burning.
ReplyDeleteThanks