War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBCCBDEDEFG A HIJHHIIHKLKLMM A NOONNOONNPNPNNI | A |
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There is no picturesqueness and no glory | B |
No halo of romance in war to day | C |
It is a hideous thing Time would turn grey | C |
With horror were he not already hoary | B |
At sight of this vile monster foul and gory | B |
Yet while sweet women perish as they pray | C |
And new born babes are slaughtered who dare say | C |
'Halt ' till Right pens its 'Finis' to the story | B |
There is no pathway but the path through blood | D |
Out of the horrors of this holocaust | E |
Hell has let loose its scalding crimson flood | D |
And he who stops to argue now is lost | E |
Not brooms of creeds not Pacifistic words | F |
Can stem the tide but swords uplifted swords | G |
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II | A |
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Yet after Peace has turned the clean white page | H |
There shall be sorrow on the earth for years | I |
Abysmal grief that has no eyes for tears | J |
And youth that hobbles through the earth like age | H |
But better to play this part upon life's stage | H |
Than to aid structures that a tyrant rears | I |
To live a stalwart hireling torn with fears | I |
And shamed by feeding on a conqueror's wage | H |
Death yea a thousand deaths were sweet in truth | K |
Rather than such ignoble life God gave | L |
Being and breath and high resolve to youth | K |
That it might be Wrong's master not its slave | L |
Our road to Freedom is the road to guns | M |
Go arm your sons I say Go arm your sons | M |
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III | A |
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Arm arm that mandate on each wind is whirled | N |
Let no man hesitate or look askance | O |
For from the devastated homes of France | O |
And ruined Belgium the cry is hurled | N |
Why Christ Himself would keep peace banners furled | N |
Were He among us till with lifted lance | O |
He saw the hosts of Righteousness advance | O |
To purify the Temples of the world | N |
There is no safety on the earth to day | N |
For any sacred thing or clean or fair | P |
Nor can there be until men rise and slay | N |
The hydra headed monster in his lair | P |
War horrid War now Virtue's only friend | N |
Clasp hands with War and battle to the end | N |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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