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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Battle Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming,<br>Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,<br>Frail folk shuddering and stout folk steaming --<br>Steaming in the heat of the fray.<br>Midnight striking and the strife appalling,<br>Strong men staggering and weak men falling,<br>And deep in the heart of me a still voice calling:<br>'Make for the buffet while you may.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Make for the buffet while you may, poor stranger,<br>Make for the buffet while you can;<br>There's hope for the stale there, strength for the frail there,<br>Drink for the thirsty man.<br>Thrust through the throng! Be obstreperous and strong!<br>Fight till your strength is sped.<br>Fight and prevail; do not falter, do not fail,<br>Make for the buffet and be fed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,<br>Make for the buffet and be strong;<br>Dense is the press and the air is growing less,<br>Fierce is the fight and long.<br>Fierce is the fight and oppressive is the night,<br>Stern is the strife and fell;<br>Pale is your cheek; you are wan and you are weak;<br>Make for the buffet and be well!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Painfully and wearily the hours are dragging,<br>Old men are falling now and young men flagging;<br>White ties weakening and stiff shirts sagging --<br>Sagging as the hours go by.<br>Consciousness is failing me and outlines merging,<br>Thunder in my ears as of sea-foam surging,<br>And deep in the heart of me a faint voice urging:<br>'Make for the buffet lest you die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Make for the buffet lest you die, poor stranger;<br>Make for the buffet while you can;<br>Fight your way through like a woman in a queue,<br>Fight like a jungle-man!<br>Batter the élite with your hands and your feet,<br>Butt them in the backs with your head:<br>Strike for your own! You are hungry and alone;<br>Make for the buffet and be fed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,<br>Make for the buffet lest you die.<br>There's hope for stale there, strength for the frail there,<br>Drink for the throat that's dry.<br>Courage and strength will rewarded be at length;<br>Weight in the end will tell.<br>Up, then, and on! Are you weary? Are you wan?<br>Make for the buffet and be well,<br>Poor stranger!<br>Make for the buffet and be well,<br>Poor ranger!<br>Make for the buffet and be well!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+Barrington">Patrick Barrington</a><div class=q>
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Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,
Frail folk shuddering and stout folk steaming --
Steaming in the heat of the fray.
Midnight striking and the strife appalling,
Strong men sta..."></div>
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