BATTLE - John Davidson Poems

 
 

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BATTLE

The war of words is done;
    The red-lipped cannon speak;
The battle has begun.

The web your speeches spun
    Tears and blood shall streak;
The war of words is done.

Smoke enshrouds the sun;
    Earth staggers at the shriek
Of battle new begun.

Poltroons and braggarts run:
    Woe to the poor, the meek!
The war of words is done.

"And hope not now to shun
    The doom that dogs the weak,"
Thunders every gun;

"Victory must be won."
    When the red-lipped cannon speak,
The war of words is done,
The slaughter has begun.