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...FETES GALANTES: ROMANCES SANS PAROLE, SELECTION by PAUL VERLAINE THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS ON ENGLISH MONSIEUR by BEN JONSON GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 76. YA WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 2. THE FLOWER ASLEEP by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES |