You whom the kings saluted; who refused not <br />The one great pleasure of ignoble days, <br />Fame without name and glory without gossip, <br />Whom no biographer befouls with praise. <br /> <br />Who said of you "Defeated"? In the darkness <br />The dug-out where the limelight never comes, <br />Nor the big drum of Barnum's show can shatter <br />That vibrant stillness after all the drums. <br /> <br />Though the time comes when every Yankee circus <br />Can use our soldiers for its sandwich-men, <br />When those that pay the piper call the tune, <br />You will not dance. You will not move again. <br /> <br />You will not march for Fatty Arbuckle, <br />Though he have yet a favourable press, <br />Tender as San Francisco to St. Francis <br />Or all the angels of Los Angeles. <br /> <br />They shall not storm the last unfallen fortress, <br />The lonely castle where uncowed and free, <br />Dwells the unknown and undefeated warrior <br />That did alone defeat Publicity.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-unknown-warrior-2/
