Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played,
The red crashing game of a fight?
Who’ll grip and tackle the job unafraid?
And who thinks he’d rather sit tight?
Who’ll toe the line for the signal to ‘Go!’?
Who’ll give his country a hand?
Who wants a turn to himself in the show?
And who wants a seat in the stand?
Who knows it won’t be a picnic – not much-
Yet eagerly shoulders a gun?
Who would much rather come back with a crutch
Than lie low and be out of the fun?
Come along, lads –
But you’ll come on all right –
For there’s only one course to pursue,
Your country is up to her neck in a fight,
And she’s looking and calling for you.
This was probably written during World War One but could have been written just before she died right after World War Two started. Either way, she was calling for men to join up as soldiers. It was no game, and certainly no fun, but nevertheless, she tried. Who would much rather come back with a crutch Than lie low and be out of the fun? I wonder how many she influenced to join up with this poem?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is not the best poem in the world but it is good the best poem ive read is Dulce et decorum est (latin)
Dulce Et Decorum Est was written in response to this poem. It is a good one
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