Or whether every stalwart War-Loan-lender’s son
Will find his Empire dividends signed “Henson”?
Not I: not all the better men who fought
While dilutees preserved their precious skin:
Not those great early dead, whose single thought
Ran—“England: Germany: we’ve got to win.”
Poor simple souls, of H. G. Wells untaught,
They never realized their next-of-kin
Would read how they had died to make life cheerier
For the dear blacks in Briningized Nigeria.