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’ve hit
no traitor on the hip,
You have
dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You have
never turned wrong to right,
You have
been a coward in the fight.
-- Charles
Mackay
(From
Shaheed Bhagat Singh’s Jail Notebook)
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