March 11, 2008
Kipling calls out McCain on his war lust
.Take up the White Man's burden—
Send forth the best ye breed—Go, bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;To wait, in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild—Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.
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Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Ninevah and Tyre!Judge of the Nations, spare us yet.
Lest we forget - lest we forget!
Labels: bomb Iran, Iraq strategy, Kipling, McCain, temper temper, vainglory
