‘Fight the year out!” the War-lords said:
What sad the dying among the dead?
‘To the last man!’ cried the profiteers:
What said the poor in the starveling years?
‘War if good!’ yelled the Jingo-kind:
What said the wounded, the maimed and blind?
‘Fight on!’ the Armament-kings besought:
Nobody asked what the women thought.
“On!’ echoed Hate where the fiends kept tryst:
Asked the church, even, what said Christ?
What sad the dying among the dead?
‘To the last man!’ cried the profiteers:
What said the poor in the starveling years?
‘War if good!’ yelled the Jingo-kind:
What said the wounded, the maimed and blind?
‘Fight on!’ the Armament-kings besought:
Nobody asked what the women thought.
“On!’ echoed Hate where the fiends kept tryst:
Asked the church, even, what said Christ?
S Gertrude Ford
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