Classic Poem

The President's oration ended thus:
" Not vainly London's War-gassed victims perished.
We are a part of them, and they of us:
As such they will perpetually be cherished.
Not many of them did much; but all did what
They could, who stood like warriors at their post
(Even when too young to walk). This hallowed spot
Commemorates a proud, though poisoned host.
We honour here" (he paused) " our Million Dead;
Who, as a living poet has nobly said,
" Are now forever London". Our bequest
Is to rebuild, for What-they-died-for's sake,
A bomb-proof roofed Metropolis, and to make
Gas-drill compulsory. Dulce et decorum est . . ."