If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot. If we must die, O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe! Though far outnumebered let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY by ROBERT BROWNING PUTTIN' THE BABY AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HAMPTON BEACH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER OUR STATE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN THE GOLD ROOM by OSCAR WILDE OUR HERITAGE by ISIDORE G. ASCHER INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES |