YOU have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor;
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You've hit no traitor on the hip,
You've dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You've never turned the wrong to right,
You've been a coward in the fight.
Posted to Qresearch on 11-29-2020
A poem recited by Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher to HM The Queen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
What book can I find this poem in?