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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510802" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Justice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">October, 1918</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Across a world where all men grieve<br>And grieving strive the more,<br>The great days range like tides and leave<br>Our dead on every shore.<br>Heavy the load we undergo,<br>And our own hands prepare,<br>If we have parley with the foe,<br>The load our sons must bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before we loose the word<br>That bids new worlds to birth,<br>Needs must we loosen first the sword<br>Of Justice upon earth;<br>Or else all else is vain<br>Since life on earth began,<br>And the spent world sinks back again<br>Hopeless of God and Man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A People and their King<br>Through ancient sin grown strong,<br>Because they feared no reckoning<br>Would set no bound to wrong;<br>But now their hour is past,<br>And we who bore it find<br>Evil Incarnate hell at last<br>To answer to mankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For agony and spoil<br>Of nations beat to dust,<br>For poisoned air and tortured soil<br>And cold, commanded lust,<br>And every secret woe<br>The shuddering waters saw.<br>Willed and fulfilled by high and low.<br>Let them relearn the Low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That when the dooms are read,<br>Not high nor low shall say:--<br>&quot; My haughty or my humble head<br>Was saved me in this day.&quot;<br>That, till the end of time,<br>Their remnant shall recall<br>Their fathers old, confederate crime<br>Availed them not at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That neither schools nor priests,<br>Nor Kings may build again<br>A people with the heart of beasts<br>Made wise concerning men.<br>Whereby our dead shall sleep<br>In honour, unbetrayed,<br>And we in faith and honour keep<br>That peace for which they paid.</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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Across a world where all men grieve
And grieving strive the more,
The great days range like tides and leave
Our dead on every shore.
Heavy the load we undergo,
And our own hands prepare,
If we have parley with the foe,
The load our..."></div>
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