Is this the way you waste your forces, world? No better use for Saviors than to thrust Creators where their gifts are vainly swirled, Your Thaelmanns into tombs like futile dust? Your sons who give, you maim -- who rob, you spoil. Your "great" are great in littleness alone. You waste your children, setting them to toil, Your manhood, sending it where hell is sown. What cost too high that stops the death-head jig? Too long on husks and violence we feed, With folk grown lean and capital grown big. Though blood may cloud the way, trust love to lead -- Instead of force that plays a Judas role, That ancient revolutionist: the soul! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-REJECTED by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ROUGE BOUQUET [MARCH 7, 1918] by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH DAY AND NIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 79. AL-TAWWAB by EDWIN ARNOLD UNSEASONABLE SNOWS by ALFRED AUSTIN ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW |