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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A FRIEND WANTING WAR, by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT Poet's Biography First Line: I trust that when the bugles blow Last Line: To think on death's monotony. Alternate Author Name(s): Burt, Struthers Subject(s): Death; Murder; Social Protest; Soldiers; War; World War I; Dead, The; First World War | |||
I trust that when the bugles blow, And the little drums beat, the little drums beat, You'll hear no single sound of them, Nor any sound of marching feet; The pulsing drums and bugles shrill Stir a heart against its will. There should not be a flag for you, When the little drums beat, the little drums beat, But you should find a murdered man With his blood, all black about his feet; And though you'd never heard his name, They'd hold you screaming out with shame. There would not be another sound, No little drum's beat, no little drum's beat, Till silence like a rising hell Had cut your voice at your feet, Leaving you dumb eternally To think on death's monotony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AMENDS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |
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