Poem by Rudyard Kipling

«Barrack-Room Ballads». 53. Half-Ballade of Waterval. Non-Commissioned Officers in Charge of Prisoners

When by the labour of my ’ands
    I’ve ’elped to pack a transport tight
With prisoners for foreign lands,
    I ain’t transported with delight.
    I know it’s only just an’ right,
        But yet it somehow sickens me,
For I ’ave learned at Waterval1
        The meanin’ of captivity. 
Be’ind the pegged barb-wire strands,
    Beneath the tall electric light,
Weused to walk in bare-’ead bands,
    Explainin’ ’ow we lost our fight;
    An’ that is what they’ll do to-night
        Upon the steamer out at sea,
If I ’ave learned at Waterval
        The meanin’ of captivity. 
They’ll never know the shame that brands—
    Black shame no livin’ down makes white—
The mockin’ from the sentry-stands,
    The women’s laugh, the gaoler’s spite.
    We are too bloomin’-much polite,
        But that is ’ow I’d ’ave us be...
Since I ’ave learned at Waterval
        The meanin’ of captivity. 
They’ll get those draggin’ days all right,
    Spent as a foreigner commands,
An’ ’orrors of the locked-up night,
    With ’Ell’s own thinkin’ on their ’ands.
    I’d give the gold o’ twenty Rands
        (If it was mine) to set ’em free
For I ’ave learned at Waterval
        The meanin’ of captivity! 

1. In the Case of Rukhmibhaio
2. Quantities of ’em
3. Quaeritur
4. Index Malorum
5. Reading the Will

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