"If We Must Die"

This poem made me think of Enjorlas and the last stand at the barricades.

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs
Making a mock at our accursed lot.
If we are to die, oh let us nobly die!
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us, though dead.
Oh kinsman! we must meet the common foe
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave.
And for their thousand blows deal one death blow,
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack.
Pressed to the wall, dying; but fighting back.

~Claude McKay