Old Moloch walks the way tonight On Flanders' poppied field, Where foe meets foe in steel and might And never one shall yield. Old Moloch of the fiery shrine, Deep in the throes of pain, Cries for the bleeding anodyne Of flesh of youths again. Heart of my heart went out tonight, Where Moloch holds the way, To lads of brown and black and white Who blazon Freedom's day. Tear down the shrine of Moloch there, From crimson field and glen, Tear down the shrine of Moloch where It shames the hearts of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON EACH AND [OR, IN] ALL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE |