British Glory In Kipling's "Boots"

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Title:     British Glory In Kipling's "Boots"
Author: Edward Doyle [More Titles by Doyle]

All English glory is in "Kipling's Boots."
O English People! read that poem true,
And answer,--are those maddening men not you?
Oh, not yea few, who gather all the loots,
But yea vast legions, lured to be recruits
To march, march, march and march with naught in view
But boots, boots, boots with blood and mud soaked through,--
And, after ages, with out rest, or fruits!

"Boots, boots, boots, and no discharge from war,"--
That is the Empire's anthem. Brass it out,
Ye Orchestras! But oh, leave not in doubt
Its import, Kipling,--that 'tis maelstrom roar--
'Tis England's streams of home-life, world about
And down a gulf, for Greed and Pride on shore!

[The end]
Edward Doyle's poem: British Glory In Kipling's "boots"

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