Drums of doom are marching to the battle. The bugle calls of death are crying, crying. Come, Youth, the gods of hate demand your chattel! Men, many men are needed for the dying! The martial music of the regiments Blare their insistent summons. From a hill Bold banners float above ten thousand tents Where multitudes are learning how to kill. Hate, still thy drums! War, make thy trumpets mute! Earth, stay vain sacrifice of singing sons Gone forth to massacre! Love, give salute! God! Save young laughter from the lust of guns! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND (2) by EMILY DICKINSON LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 6. THE KISS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE GODODDIN: CONAN by ANEIRIN TWELVE SONNETS: 12. AFTER BATTLE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |