The Charge of the Light Brigade
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the democrats!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
III
Democrat lunatics to right of them,
Democrat Lunatics to left of them,
Democrat Lunatics in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with lies and falsehoods,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred Conservatives.
IV
Flashed all their truths bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging Democrats, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the communist smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Democrats and Rinos
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred Conservatives.
V
Democrat Lunatics to right of them,
Democrat Lunatics to left of them,
Democrat Lunatics behind them
screamed and rioted;
Stormed at with inuendo and lies,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Leftist hell,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred Conservatives.
VI
Will America's glory soon fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Dishonor the charge they made!
Dishonor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred conservatives lives were paid!