Dear God, on far horizons The war-clouds gather fast, And ominous fears grip stricken hearts As troops and ships are massed. Grim war-lords, mad for glory, Stand safely by and plan To wreak a frightful vengeance Upon their fellow-man. They will not feel the terror Of air-raid, gas, or trench, Or shattering, piercing agony; Nor smell the battle's stench! They will not hear the widow's moan, The orphan's piteous cry -- They will not hear the curses Of those they send to die. Dear Lord, why should such erring men Be given so much power, That they can bring whole nations To such a tragic hour? Help us as mothers in Thy cause To cleanse the world of war -- Purge all men's hearts of lust to kill And conquer -- evermore. Then shall we know that sons we bear May live life joyously, And ever building for the right May serve Peace gloriously. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |