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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pity of It, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I. In South Africa</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Over the lonesome African plain <br>The stars look down, like eyes of the slain. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A bumping ride across gullies and ruts, <br>Now a grumble and now a jest, <br>A bit of profanity jolted out, <br>--Whist! <br>Into a hornet's nest! <br>Curse on the scout! <br>Long-bearded Boers rising out of the rocks, <br>Rocks that already are crimson-splashed, <br>Ping-ping of bullets, stabbings and cuts, <br>As if hell hurtled and hissed, <br>--Then, muffling the shocks, <br>A sting in the breast, <br>A mist, <br>A woman's face down the darkness flashed, <br>Rest. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All as before, save for still forms spread <br>Under the boulders dripping red. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Over the lonesome African plain <br>The stars look down, like eyes of the slain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>II. In the Philippines</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Silvery rice-fields whisper wide <br>How for home and freedom their owners died. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We've set the torch to their bamboo town, <br>And out they come in a scampering rush, <br>Little brown men with spears. <br>Shoot! <br>Down they go in a crush, <br>Sickening smears, <br>Hideous writhing huddles and heaps <br>Under the palms and the mango-trees. <br>More, still more! Shoot 'em down <br>Like brown jack-rabbits that scoot <br>With comical leaps <br>Out of the brush. <br>No loot? <br>No prisoners, then. As for these -- <br>Hush! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The flag that dreamed of delivering <br>Shudders and droops like a broken wing. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Silvery rice-felds whisper wide <br>How for home and freedom their owners died.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Katharine+Lee+Bates">Katharine Lee Bates</a></strong></div>

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