The poem
We have no heart for civil strife, Our burdens we prefer to bear; We long to live a peaceful life And claim of happiness our share. If only to be clothed and fed And see our children laugh and play - That means a lot when all is said, In this grim treadmill of today.
The price of manhood is too high When leap the sacrificial flames; For Justice we refuse to die: Honour and Pride are empty names. We will not play the martyr's part, We will not perish for a Cause; Leave that to fools - with humble heart We live according to the Laws.
For see! Comes up the city street, Communion-clad a shining band Of timy children, angel-sweet, Singing and holding hand in hand . . . So let Might triumph over Right; From sufferance content we take: We fight because we do not fight, And it is for our children's sake.
This is one of the great poem that have been written.
And it is cool to be read.