Wars have been and wars will be
Till the human race is run;
Battles red by land and sea,
Never peace beneath the sun.
I am old and little care;
I'll be cold, my lips be dumb:
Brother mine, beware, beware . . .
Evil looms the wrath to come.
Eastern skies are dark with strife,
Western lands are stark with fear;
Rumours of world-war are rife,
Armageddon draweth near.
If your carcase you would save,
Hear, oh hear, the dreadful drum!
Fly to forest, cower in cave . . .
Brother, heed the wrath to come!
Brother, you were born too late;
Human life is but a breath.
Men delve deep, where darkly wait
Sinister the seeds of death,
There's no moment to delay;
Sorrowing the stars are blind.
Little Brother, how I pray
You may sanctuary find.
Peoples of the world succumb . . .
Fly, poor fools, the WRATH TO COME!
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elegant expression and message to the youth... words of natural fear or slightly over protective... in a world of reality...
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"Wars have been and wars will be
Till the human race is run;"
I genuinely hope not.
I liked the use of alliteration, and the message of warning.
"Human life is but a breath." ah this is a refreshingly philosophical line.
"Sinister the seeds of death," another good one! -
one word my man ... deep
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