Child-like we grapple for the stars, the sun, Rend creed from creed with fire and shell and spear, Creating chaos till our hate undone Distorts a land once glad and prophet-clear. How long shall lust for power make of our globe A bloody shamble for the artisan, The laborer where famine's scanty robe Be all there is to warm the heart of man? How long must war lay bare the harvest field, And songs of hatred drive us toward decay? Our psalms should be the sharing of earth's yield, A living faith to fortify the day. Within the dark awaits the glorious seed: Men shall love man, life's one immortal creed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR |