Come, let us wave a flag and jump and yell: A student army swaggers down the street. (@3O in the bowels of abysmal hell The silent thunder of ten thousand feet!@1) Come, let the martial snarls of gloating bands Inflame our patriotic wrath and glee! (@3O in the languid mire of ruined lands The aching echo of dead minstrelsy!@1) Come, let the dragons of the sky compete, And guttural-bellowing dreadnoughts mimic battle. (@3O on the tides of blood the phantom fleet, And in the air Death's quiet iron rattle!@1) Come, senator and silken profiteer, To scream the victory of those who died. (@3O in the dark like trumpets, deep and clear The terrible cry of brothers, crucified!@1) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST |