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Robert Laurence Binyon - The WitnessesRobert Laurence Binyon - The Witnesses
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I Lads in the loose blue, Crutched, with limping feet, With bandaged arm, that roam To--day the bustling street, You humble us with your gaze, Calm, confiding, clear; You humble us with a smile That says nothing but cheer. Our souls are scarred with you! Yet, though we suffered all You have suffered, all were vain To atone, or to recall The robbed future, or build The maimed body again Whole, or ever efface What men have done to men. II Each body of straight youth, Strong, shapely, and marred, Shines as out of a cloud Of storm and splintered shard, Of chaos, torture, blood, Fire, thunder, and stench: And the savage shattering noise Of churned and shaken trench Echoes through myriad hearts In the dumb lands behind;-- Silent wailing, and bitter Tears of the world`s mind! You stand upon each threshold Without complaint.--What pen Dares to write half the deeds That men have done to men? III Must we be humbled more? Peace, whose olive seems A tree of hope and heaven, Of answered prayers and dreams, Peace has her own hid wounds; She also grinds and maims. And must we bear and share Those old continued shames? Not only the body`s waste But the mind`s captivities-- Crippled, sore, and starved-- The ignorant victories Of the visionless, who serve No cause, and fight no foe! Is a cruelty less sure Because its ways are slow? Now we have eyes to see. Shall we not use them then? These bright wounds witness What men may do to men.
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