‘Are We That Wait Sufficient Worth? – A Poem For Remembrance Sunday’.

by richardhutton

It feels a shame to be Alive
When men so brave are dead;
One envies the Distinguished Dust
Permitted such a Head.

The Stone that tells defending Whom
This Spartan put away;
What little of Him we possessed
In Pawn for Liberty.

The price is great — sublimely paid —
Do we deserve a thing;
That lives — like Dollars — must be piled
Before we may obtain?

Are we that wait sufficient worth
That such Enormous Pearl
As life dissolved be for Us
In Battle’s horrid Bowl?

It may be a renown to live;
I think the Man who die
Those unsustained saviors
Present Divinity.

     By Emily Dickinson