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Boots by Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling’s 1903 poem "Boots," from his collection The Five Nations, depicts the repetitive thoughts of a British infantryman during the Second Boer War. It reflects the exhaustion caused by long, often futile marches—such as the 300-mile advance on Pretoria—while pursuing Boer guerrillas. The poem’s rhythm is designed to mimic a soldier's marching cadence. It's one of my favourite poems and I love its real horror theme. 

I'll also leave a "performance" of the poem by Taylor Holmes, I really recommend to hear it to have a better perspective of the poem : Click here to go to the recitation of poem.

Boots


We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa

Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again!)

There's no discharge in the war!


Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day

Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again!)

There's no discharge in the war!


Don't—don't—don't—don't—look at what's in front of you.

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again);

Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' em,

An' there's no discharge in the war!


Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers.

If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you!

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again)

There's no discharge in the war!


We—can—stick—out—'unger, thirst, an' weariness,

But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of 'em,

Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again,

An' there's no discharge in the war!


'Taint—so—bad—by—day because o' company,

But night—brings—long—strings—o' forty thousand million

Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again.

There's no discharge in the war!


I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify

It—is—not—fire—devils, dark, or anything,

But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again,

An' there's no discharge in the war!


Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different

Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic!

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)

There's no discharge in the war!

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