Good ladies, sirs, fear not: your names will stand
Forever where you choose: amid the band
That shy away from this, your nation’s fight:
Your hands are clean, your consciences are light.
Dear sirs and ladies, consciences like yours
Should not be marred by nasty things like wars,
But polished and preserved above the fray,
Forever just as spotless as today.
You mark your course with certainty and pride,
You trumpet setting base concerns aside,
You see your moral duty clear: to flee
The messy work that keeps your nation free.
The raids prevented, bombers caught or killed,
Will not be in your names, as you have willed.
Your names will not be carved on honored wall,
But lie forever in some different hall.