“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
The French Revolution brought out the most BARBARIC elements in hman nature as did the Bolshevik ATROCITY of 1917
_______ KILLERS ______
_____ I am singing to you Soft as a man with a dead child speaks; Hard as a man in handcuffs, Held where he cannot move:
_____ Under the sun Are sixteen million men, Chosen for shining teeth, Sharp eyes, hard legs, And a running of young warm blood in their wrists.
_____ And a red juice runs on the green grass; And a red juice soaks the dark soil. And the sixteen million are killing –– and killing _____ and killing.
_____ I never forget them day or night: They beat on my head for memory of them; They pound on my heart and I cry back to them, To their homes and families, dreams and games.
_____ I wake in the night and smell the trenches, And hear the low stir of sleepers in lines-- Sixteen million sleepers and pickets in the dark: Some of them long sleepers for always,
Some of them tumbling to sleep tomorrow for always, Fixed in the drag of the world's heartbreak, Eating and drinking, toiling –– on a long job of _____ killing. Sixteen million men.
How UNSAVORY!
ReplyDeleteThe French Revolution brought out the most BARBARIC elements in hman nature as did the Bolshevik ATROCITY of 1917
_______ KILLERS ______
_____ I am singing to you
Soft as a man with a dead child speaks;
Hard as a man in handcuffs,
Held where he cannot move:
_____ Under the sun
Are sixteen million men,
Chosen for shining teeth,
Sharp eyes, hard legs,
And a running of young warm blood in their wrists.
_____ And a red juice runs on the green grass;
And a red juice soaks the dark soil.
And the sixteen million are killing –– and killing
_____ and killing.
_____ I never forget them day or night:
They beat on my head for memory of them;
They pound on my heart and I cry back to them,
To their homes and families, dreams and games.
_____ I wake in the night and smell the trenches,
And hear the low stir of sleepers in lines--
Sixteen million sleepers and pickets in the dark:
Some of them long sleepers for always,
Some of them tumbling to sleep tomorrow for always,
Fixed in the drag of the world's heartbreak,
Eating and drinking, toiling –– on a long job of _____ killing.
Sixteen million men.
~ Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) - The Face of War