“You have no
enemies you say?
Alas my friend

the boast is poor.
He who has mingled

in the fray of duty
that the brave endure…
must have made foes.
If you have none,
small is the work
that you have done.

You hit
no traitor
on the hip
you’ve dashed no cup
from perjured lip
you’ve never turned

the wrong to right…
You’ve been a coward in the fight.”

-Charles MacKay (l814-l889)