Destiny Poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
Destiny
Rating: ★2.8
SOLDIER, why do you shrink from the hiss of the hungry lead?
The bullet that whizzed is past; the approaching ball is dumb.
Stand straight! you cannot shrink from Fate: let it come!
A comrade in front may hear it whiz—when you are dead.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,soldier
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