The Crimes Of Peace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHIJKKL LMNONGPQQQQRRDD STUUVVV WWXXYY EE

Musing upon the tragedies of earthA
Of each new horror which each hour gives birthA
Of sins that scar and cruelties that blightB
Life's little season meant for man's delightB
Methought those monstrous and repellent crimesC
Which hate engenders in war heated timesC
To God's great heart bring not so much despairD
As other sins which flourish everywhereD
And in all times bold sins bare faced and proudE
Unchecked by college and by Church allowedE
Lifting their lusty heads like ugly weedsF
Above wise precepts and religious creedsF
And growing rank in prosperous days of peaceG
Think you the evils of this world would ceaseG
With war's cessationH
If God's eyes know tearsI
Methinks He weeps more for the wasted yearsJ
And the lost meaning of this earthly lifeK
This big brief life than over bloody strifeK
Yea there are mean lean sins God must abhorL
More than the fatted blood drunk monster WarL
Looking from His place looking from His high place among the stars God saw a peaceful landM
A land of fertile fields and golden harvests and great cities whose innumerable spires pierced the vault of heaven like bayonets of an invading armyN
And God said speaking unto Himself aloud God saidO
'Peace and power and plenty have I given unto this land and those tall steeples are monuments to MeN
Now let My people reveal themselves that I may see their works done in My name in a fertile land of peaceG
I will withdraw Mine eyes from other worlds that I may behold them that I may behold these people to whom I sent Christ they whose innumerable spires pierce My blue vault like bayonets 'P
God saw the restless idle rich in club and cabaretQ
Meat gorged wine filled they played and preened and danced till dawn o' dayQ
They played at sports they played at love they played at being gayQ
They were but empty silk clad shells their souls had leaked awayQ
He saw the sweat shop and the mill where little children toiledR
The sunless rooms where mothers slaved and unborn souls were spoiledR
While those whose greedy selfish lives had thrust the toilers thereD
He saw whirled down broad avenues clothed all with raiment fairD
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He saw in homes made beautiful with all that gold can giveS
Unhappy souls at odds with life not knowing how to liveT
He saw fair pampered women turn from motherhood's sweet joyU
Obsessed with methods to prevent or mania to destroyU
He saw men sell their souls to vice and avarice and greedV
He heard race quarrelling with race and creed decrying creedV
And shameful wealth and waste He saw and shameful want and needV
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He saw bold little children come from church and schoolroom blindW
To suffering of lesser things unfeeling and unkindW
He heard them taunt the poor and tease their furred and feathered kinX
And no voice spake from home or church to tell them this was sinX
He heard the cry of wounded things the wasteful gun's reportY
He saw the morbid craze to kill which Christian men called sportY
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And then God hid His grieving face behind a wall of cloudE
On earth they said 'A thunder storm' but God had wept aloudE

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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