War and Love/Machine Guns
MACHINE GUNS
Gold flashes in the dark,
And on the road
Each side, behind, in front of us,
Gold sparks
Where the fierce bullets strike the stones.
And on the road
Each side, behind, in front of us,
Gold sparks
Where the fierce bullets strike the stones.
In a near shell-hole lies a wounded man,
The stretcher-bearers bending over him;
And at our feet
Cower shrinkingly against the ground
Dark shadowy forms of men.
The stretcher-bearers bending over him;
And at our feet
Cower shrinkingly against the ground
Dark shadowy forms of men.
Only we two stand upright;
All differences of life and character smoothed out
And nothing left
Save that one foolish tie of caste
That will not let us shrink.
All differences of life and character smoothed out
And nothing left
Save that one foolish tie of caste
That will not let us shrink.