THOU who canst stop this slaughter if thou wilt, Lo, how with death we freight the unwilling sea! Lift up thy voice to end this infamy: Hands may be blood-stained that no blood have spilt. Into a people's heart, yea to the hilt, Is plunged the sword of thy Neutrality. Though each wave bring some golden argosy, Each on our souls heaps a new load of guilt. Curses for us commingle with the tears Of anguished mothers. Man, hast thou no ears? Upon these harbors falls a streak of red From Europe's carnage. In the long night-tide Canst thou not see them marching side by side, The mute accusing army of the dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |