Over and over, again and again

Must the fight for the Right be fought?

They lead a Gray-back to the crag:

“Your earth-works yonder—tell us, man”

“A prisoner—no deserter, I,

Nor one of the tell-tale clan”

His rags they mark: “True-blue like you

Should wear the color—your Country’s, man”

He grinds his teeth: “However that be,

Yon earth-works have their plan.”