Don't jeer because we celebrate <br /> Armistice Day, <br />Though thirty years of sorry fate <br /> Have passed away. <br />Though still we gaurd the Sacred Flame, <br /> And fly the Flag, <br />That World War Two with grief and shame <br /> Revealed--a rag. <br /> <br />For France cannot defend to-day <br /> Her native land; <br />And she is far to proud to pray <br /> For helping hand. <br />Aye, though she stands amid the Free, <br /> In love with life, <br />No more her soil will shambles be <br /> In world-war strife. <br /> <br />Still we who tend the deathless Flame <br /> Of Verdun speak; <br />It is our glory and our shame, <br /> For we are weak. <br />We have too much of blood and blight <br /> To answer for . . . <br />No, France will never, never fight <br /> Another war!<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/armistice-day-1953/
