Tuesday, September 11, 2012
"A Million Young Workmen, 1915"
A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the
grass and roads,
And the million are now under soil and their rottening flesh will
in the years feed roots of blood-red roses.
Yes, this million of young workmen slaughtered one another and
never saw their red hands.
And oh, it would have been a great job of killing and a new and
beautiful thing under the sun if the million knew why they
hacked and tore each other to death.
The kings are grinning, the kaiser and the czar -- they are alive
riding in leather-seated motor cars, and they have their
women and roses for ease, and they eat fresh poached eggs
for breakfast, new butter on toast, sitting in tall water-tight
houses reading the news of war.
I dreamed a million ghosts of the young workmen rose in their
shirts all soaked in crimson ... and yelled:
God damn the grinning kings, God damn the kaiser and the czar.
~ Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967)
"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children." ~ Dwight D. Eisenhower