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...ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PIRATE STORY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE LINES ON THE DEATH OF PHILIP MEADOWS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |