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Title: The Conscript
Author: W. E. Christian [
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"Life is real; life is earnest"--but a Gamble after all,
"Ten million Conscripts" are answering the Call;
Ten million men of which I am One--
What were the "odds" when "the wheel was spun"?
What were the "odds" that Fate would select
Me for a Conscript--another reject?
Fate was the Gambler; I was a "chip,"
Death was the "stake" held in Life's grip;
I am a Conscript played in Fate's hand,
When the Game's over--how will I stand?
Death, will it lose, or Life, will it win,
Who'll be the "winner" at the great "Cash-in"?
Ten million Conscripts to answer the Call,
And at the gusts, the leaves must fall:
With submarines launching torpedoes below,
Which troop ship to atoms are they to blow?
Ghosts of disease lurking in camp,
Spectral sickness in trenches so damp;
Ten million bullets ripping the air,
Which Conscript to be stricken, and when and where?
Ten million shrapnel shrieking o'er head,
Which Conscript to reckon among their dead?
Thousands of wounds, a-gaping and wide,
Who will recover, and who will have died?
Millions of mothers so anxious at home,
Who will wear crepe for loved ones, alone?
Millions of sweethearts who'll weep o'er the "lists,"
Which lovers the lips ne'er more to be kissed?
All is a Gamble--this War-Game of Chance--
The life of a Conscript over in France.
The "Roulette of Life" is spinning so fast,
The "red ball of Death" must drop in at last;
Which numbers will win, which numbers will lose,
The "odds" or the "evens," the "reds" or the "blues"?
Yet Hope is the "Banker" and He will repay
The chances that Conscripts must take in the fray;
And Fate's a Good sport, when "dealing the cards,"
He'll give "Fifty-fifty" to Conscript for odds.
[The end]
W. E. Christian's poem: Conscript
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