One ever hangs where shelled roads part. <br />In this war He too lost a limb, <br />But His disciples hide apart; <br />And now the Soldiers bear with Him. <br /> <br />Near Golgotha strolls many a priest, <br />And in their faces there is pride <br />That they were flesh-marked by the Beast <br />By whom the gentle Christ's denied <br /> <br />The scribes on all the people shove <br />And bawl allegiance to the state, <br />But they who love the greater love <br />Lay down their life; they do not hate<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-a-calvary-near-the-ancre/
