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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508455" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Michael</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"There's something in your face, Michael, I've seen it all the day;<br>There's something quare that wasn't there when first ye wint away. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It's just the Army life, mother, the drill, the left and right,<br>That puts the stiffinin' in yer spine and locks yer jaw up tight. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"There's something in your eyes, Michael, an' how they stare and stare --<br>You're lookin' at me now, me boy, as if I wasn't there. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It's just the things I've seen, mother, the sights that come and come,<br>A bit o' broken, bloody pulp that used to be a chum. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"There's something on your heart, Michael, that makes ye wake at night,<br>And often when I hear ye moan, I trimble in me fright. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It's just a man I killed, mother, a mother's son like me;<br>It seems he's always hauntin' me, he'll never let me be. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But maybe he was bad, Michael, maybe it was right<br>To kill the inimy you hate in fair and honest fight. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I did not hate at all, mother; he never did me harm;<br>I think he was a lad like me, who worked upon a farm. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And what's it all about, Michael; why did you have to go,<br>A quiet, peaceful lad like you, and we were happy so? . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It's thim that's up above, mother, it's thim that sits an' rules;<br>We've got to fight the wars they make, it's us as are the fools. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And what will be the end, Michael, and what's the use, I say,<br>Of fightin' if whoever wins it's us that's got to pay? . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, it will be the end, mother, when lads like him and me,<br>That sweat to feed the ones above, decide that we'll be free. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And when will that day come, Michael, and when will fightin' cease,<br>And simple folks may till their soil and live and love in peace? . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It's coming soon and soon, mother, it's nearer every day,<br>When only men who work and sweat will have a word to say;<br>When all who earn their honest bread in every land and soil<br>Will claim the Brotherhood of Man, the Comradeship of Toil;<br>When we, the Workers, all demand: `What are we fighting for?' . . .<br>Then, then we'll end that stupid crime, that devil's madness -- War."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508455" data-title="Michael de Robert William Service" data-description=""There's something in your face, Michael, I've seen it all the day; There's something quare that wasn't there when first ye wint away. . . ." "It's just the Army life, mother, the drill, the left and right, That puts the stiffinin'..."></div> </div> </div>
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