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Robert Laurence Binyon - To The Enemy Complaining
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Be ruthless, then; scorn slaves of scruple; avow
 The blow, planned with such patience, that you deal
 So terribly; hack on, and care not how
 The innocent fall; live out your faith of steel.

 Then you speak speech that we can comprehend.
 It cries from the unpitied blood you spill.
 And so we stand against you, and to the end
 Flame as one man, the weapon of one will.

 But when your lips usurp the loyal phrase
 Of honour, querulously voluble
 Of ``chivalry`` and ``kindness,`` and you praise
 What you despise for weakness of the fool,

 Then the gorge rises. Bleat to dupe the dead!
 The wolf beneath the sheepskin drips too red.
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