We are the guns, and your masters! Saw ye our flashes? Heard ye the scream of our shells in the night, and the shuddering crashes? Saw ye our work by the roadside, the shrouded things lying, Moaning to God that He made them - the maimed and the dying? Husbands or sons, Fathers or lovers, we break them. We are the guns!
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I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
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Cecil Spring-Rice ca. 1908
We are the guns, and your masters! Saw ye our flashes?
ReplyDeleteHeard ye the scream of our shells in the night, and the shuddering crashes?
Saw ye our work by the roadside, the shrouded things lying,
Moaning to God that He made them - the maimed and the dying?
Husbands or sons,
Fathers or lovers, we break them. We are the guns!