Moloch

Old Moloch walks the way tonight
   On Flander's poppied field,
Where foe meets foe in steel and might
   And never one shall yield.

Old Moloch of the fiery shrine,
   Deep in the throes of pain,
Cries for the bleeding anodyne
   Of flesh of youths again.

Heart of my heart went out tonight,
   Where Moloch holds the way,
To lads of brown and black and white
   Who blazon Freedom's day.

Tear down the shrine of Moloch there,
   From crimson field and glen,
Tear down the shrine of Moloch where
   It shames the hearts of men.