Dead men, cripples, women's tears, Blight and waste of years on years, Debt and want and hunger's pangs, Cruelty's rapacious fangs, Wounds and lingering disease, These, and even worse than these -- Sages, statesmen, Christian hearts, Where are all your boasted arts, Where your reason, where your laws, Where the love that binds and draws, What is all your vaunting worth, If such things can be on earth? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |