MEXITLI more regarded human life! Our streets are altars, where we immolate Thousands of victims yearly by a fate More slow and painful than the Aztec knife. This pestilential scourge! this termless strife 'Twixt light and darkness, fair and foul estate! Oh, why the phthisic death accelerate? Why?—with the arrowy doom so swift, so rife! Must then our God of Ignorance be fed?— Our best-belov'd led out before our eyes To grace this most inhuman sacrifice, And swell the toll of the unnumber'd dead! When will the Law in ample might arise, And banish from our Land this woful dread? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON |