How shall we keep an armed neutrality With our own souls? Our souls belie our lips, That seek to hold our passion in eclipse And hide the wound of our sharp sympathy, Saying: "One's neighbor differs; he might be Kindled to wrath, were one to wield the whips Of Truth." Great God! A red Apocalypse Flames on the blinded world: and what do we? @3Peace!@1 do we cry? Peace is the godlike plan We love and dedicate our children to; Yet England's cause is ours: The rights of man, Which little Belgium battles for anew, Shall @3we@1 recant? No! — Being American, Our souls cannot keep neutral and keep true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EPITAPH FOR A CONDEMNED BOOK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SS. SIMON & JUDE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE SCHOOLROOM OF POETS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |