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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Death-Bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1918</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This is the State above the Law.<br>The State exists for the State alone.&quot;<br>[This is a gland at the back of the jaw,<br>And an answering lump by the collar-bone.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some die shouting in gas or fire;<br>Some die silent, by shell and shot.<br>Some die desperate, caught on the wire -<br>Some die suddenly. This will not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Regis suprema voluntas Lex&quot;<br>[It will follow the regular course of--throats.]<br>Some die pinned by the broken decks,<br>Some die sobbing between the boats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some die eloquent, pressed to death<br>By the sliding trench as their friends can hear<br>Some die wholly in half a breath.<br>Some--give trouble for half a year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;There is neither Evil nor Good in life<br>Except as the needs of the State ordain.&quot;<br>[Since it is rather too late for the knife,<br>All we can do is to mask the pain.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some die saintly in faith and hope--<br>One died thus in a prison-yard--<br>Some die broken by rape or the rope;<br>Some die easily. This dies hard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I will dash to pieces who bar my way.<br>Woe to the traitor! Woe to the weak! &quot;<br>[Let him write what he wishes to say.<br>It tires him out if he tries to speak.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some die quietly. Some abound<br>In loud self-pity. Others spread<br>Bad morale through the cots around .<br>This is a type that is better dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The war was forced on me by my foes.<br>All that I sought was the right to live.&quot;<br>[Don't be afraid of a triple dose;<br>The pain will neutralize all we give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here are the needles. See that he dies<br>While the effects of the drug endure. . . .<br>What is the question he asks with his eyes?--<br>Yes, All-Highest, to God, be sure.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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This is the State above the Law.
The State exists for the State alone.&quot;
[This is a gland at the back of the jaw,
And an answering lump by the collar-bone.]

Some die shouting in gas or fire;
Some die silent, by shell and shot.
Some die..."></div>
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