Mateship

But when the war-worn, knowing all
   Of glory, horror and hate,
Abandons all for the heart's sure call
   And the need of a stricken mate.

Better than all the man-made creeds
   Begotten in hate's foul fog,
Furthered by dark and bloody deeds
   In the name of the under-dog;
Better than "rights" conceived in rage,
   With policy, plot and plan,
Earth's rich, rejected heritage,
   The love of man for man.