"How long, O Lord?" - Robert Palmer (killed in action, 1916)
How long, O Lord, how long, before the flood
Of crimson-welling carnage shall abate?
From sodden plains in West and East the blood
Of kindly men streams up in mists of hate,
Polluting They clean air: and nations great
In reputation of the arts that bind
The world with hopes of Heaven, sink to the state
Of brute barbarians, whose ferocious mind
Gloats o'er the bloody havoc of their kind,
Not knowing love or mercy. Lord, how long
Shall Satan in high places lead the blind
o battle for the passions of the strong?
Oh, touch They children's hearts, that they may know
ate their most hateful, pride their deadliest foe.
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