The poem
So there you sit. And how much blood was shed That you might sit there. Do such stories bore you? Well, don't forget that others sat before you who later sat on people. Keep your head! Your science will be valueless, you'll find And learning will be sterile, if inviting Unless you pledge your intellect to fighting Against all enemies of all mankind. Never forget that men like you got hurt That you might sit here, not the other lot. And now don't shut your eyes, and don't desert But learn to learn, and try to learn for what.