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!