The Morning Paper Poem by Katharine Lee Bates
The Morning Paper
Carnage!
Humanity disgraced!
Time's dearest toil effaced!
Poison gases and flame
Putting Nero to shame!
Bayonet, bomb and shell!
Merry reading for hell!
The wickedness! the waste!
Courage!
To gain their fiery goal,
Some crumbling, blood-soaked knoll,
How fearlessly they fling
Their flesh to suffering,
Offer their ardent breath
To gasping, shuddering death!
O miracle of soul!
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4/23/2024 5:21:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Their flesh to suffering, Offer their ardent breath To gasping, shuddering death! the miracle of the soul. very fine indeed. tony