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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no picturesqueness and no glory,<br>No halo of romance, in war to-day.<br>It is a hideous thing; Time would turn grey<br>With horror, were he not already hoary<br>At sight of this vile monster, foul and gory.<br>Yet while sweet women perish as they pray,<br>And new-born babes are slaughtered, who dare say<br>'Halt!' till Right pens its 'Finis' to the story!<br>There is no pathway, but the path through blood,<br>Out of the horrors of this holocaust.<br>Hell has let loose its scalding crimson flood,<br>And he who stops to argue now is lost.<br>Not brooms of creeds, not Pacifistic words<br>Can stem the tide, but swords-uplifted swords!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, after Peace has turned the clean white page<br>There shall be sorrow on the earth for years;<br>Abysmal grief, that has no eyes for tears,<br>And youth that hobbles through the earth like age.<br>But better to play this part upon life's stage<br>Than to aid structures that a tyrant rears,<br>To live a stalwart hireling torn with fears,<br>And shamed by feeding on a conqueror's wage.<br>Death, yea, a thousand deaths, were sweet in truth<br>Rather than such ignoble life. God gave<br>Being, and breath, and high resolve to youth<br>That it might be Wrong's master, not its slave.<br>Our road to Freedom is the road to guns!<br>Go, arm your sons! I say, Go, arm your sons!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arm! arm! that mandate on each wind is whirled.<br>Let no man hesitate or look askance,<br>For from the devastated homes of France<br>And ruined Belgium the cry is hurled.<br>Why, Christ Himself would keep peace banners furled<br>Were He among us, till, with lifted lance,<br>He saw the hosts of Righteousness advance<br>To purify the Temples of the world.<br>There is no safety on the earth to-day<br>For any sacred thing, or clean, or fair;<br>Nor can there be, until men rise and slay<br>The hydra-headed monster in his lair.<br>War! horrid War! now Virtue's only friend;<br>Clasp hands with War, and battle to the end!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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There is no picturesqueness and no glory,
No halo of romance, in war to-day.
It is a hideous thing; Time would turn grey
With horror, were he not already hoary
At sight of this vile monster, foul and gory.
Yet while sweet women perish as they p..."></div>
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