In the city set upon slime and loam <br /> They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home?' <br /> And there comes no answer in arch or dome, <br /> For none in the city of graves goes home. <br /> Yet these shall perish and understand, <br /> For God has pity on this great land. <br /> <br /> Men that are men again; who goes home? <br /> Tocsin and trumpeter! Who goes home? <br /> For there's blood on the field and blood on the foam <br /> And blood on the body when Man goes home. <br /> And a voice valedictory . . . Who is for Victory? <br /> Who is for Liberty? Who goes home?<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-goes-home/
