then read the 1917 poem by Rudyard Kipling, below the fold…
They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?
They shall not return to us; the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?
Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide–
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?
Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour:
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?
Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To conform and re-establish each career?
Their lives cannot repay us–their death could not undo–
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shall we leave it unabated in its place?
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“Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.” And still the killers of our best and bravest inhabit positions of power and ease, with the connivance of the class which rules. A class with no loyalties save to their own, with no country, with no morality. *spit*
Kipling – the left’s favourtite poet.
Slowly but surely around the world the white man’s burden is being shed. Once King Barry has been summarily caste out of the White House (and long may it remain as such) America can claim that it is a post racial society – the black president thing is done and dusted. (still have the woman and glbt ones to go and if they are cleaver it’ll be over in 1 term.
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Very perceptive guy was RK. He had ’em sussed even then.