Excerpt from War Rhymes and Peace Poems
I am the unvanquished king, and the proof Of my prowess is the history Of mankind, even from the beginning.
My yoke is the yoke of hardship. My guerdon is the power of pride. My victory is the victory Of the vultures.
I defy humanity, progress, law, religion and love; yet my hand holds the hearts of men in a grip invincible.
The motherhood of man is made as nothing, for the best be loved are my surest prey. The lust for daring deeds and glowing visions of glory are the food I feed them from the day of their birth. They answer my call with shouting and singing. Their ears are deaf to the moans of mother love, and their hearts are filled with the venom Of hate.
A nation is born, it groweth up and. Its strength multiplies. Its granaries overflow with the fruits Of the field, its treasuries groan with riches; but to what avail? In a single night all is laid low when I command, and the Demon of Desolation dwells in the House of Happiness.
I am the Preventer Of Progress, the Curse Of Contentment, the Nemesis of the Nations.
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Excerpt from War Rhymes and Peace Poems
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Our first performance. As we make our bow
Our knees together knock, and on our brow
Cold sweat comes forth and courses down the cheek,
And naught is heard when we attempt to speak.
Our hands unwieldy seem, and, in disgrace,
Each seeks a pocket for a hiding place;
And memory, which has never failed before,
Retires within and double locks the door.
In shamed disorder we would fain retreat,
But tons of lead seem welded to our feet.
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