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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Victory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, <br>The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; <br>Oh, starched white frocks and sashes and suits that high schools wear, <br>The boy scout and the boy lout and all the rest were there, <br>And all flags save Australia's flag waved high in sun and air! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Girls' High School, and Grammar School and colleges of stone <br>Flew all flags from their walls and towers – all flags except our own! <br>And down here in the alleys where Premiers never come, <br>Nor candidate, nor delegate, nor sound of fife and drum, <br>They packed them on the lorries, seared children of the slum. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each face seemed soiled and faded, though scrubbed with household soap, <br>And older than a mother-face, but with less sign of hope: <br>The knowledge of things evil, of drunken wreck and hag, <br>Of sordid sounds and voices, the everlasting &quot;nag&quot; – <br>Oh, men without a battle-song! Oh, men without a flag! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They breed a nation's strength behind each shabby little door, <br>Where rent-collectors knock for aye, and Christ shall knock no more; <br>The sounds that hurt the mother's heart affright the children there – <br>Alarm-clocks on an empty tin, the tin tray on a chair; <br>For weary folk are hard to wake in hot and heavy air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sang in Pride's Procession that Mammon might endure – <br>Oh, wistful singing faces, the children of the poor! <br>Oh, hideous fiends of commerce! Oh, ghouls of business strife! <br>I wait the coming of the things to wake the land to life; <br>The flag without a cross or bar, the drum without a fife!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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