EUROPE

Little lads and grandsires,
Women old with care;
But all men are dying men
Or dead men over there.

No one stops to dig graves;
Who has time to spare?
The dead men, the dead men
How the dead men stare!

Kings are out a-hunting--
Oh, the sport is rare;
With dying men and dead men
Falling everywhere.

Life for lads and grandsires;
Spoils for kings to share;
And dead men, dead men
Dead men everywhere.

World Voices by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York : Hearst's International Library Company 1916.


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