Voices melt back in Time
For views out-dated.
What against them, conspired
Man, woman, inspired.
Heard, heckled, respected
In the conformist!
"All efforts are futile.
Accept it; and smile!"
On each battle-field of
Human endeavour
While risking their good name
Mud-dragged, put to shame
For the betterment of all
Who fought. Attacking
Through progressive movements
Dug-in contingents.
I know competition is only war
It is all we are trained to do
There in parade an army of czar
Republican troops forward too
And bright still shines the regiments
Of kings, or a modern queen
Islands too with prouder contingents
Marched upon the Olympic scene
I cheer because there is no blood shed
No trumpet crying over the drum
Grumbling for the burial of the dead.
It is bloodless better, this deterred wisdom