Show two two famous kins ono day together met on times biah a and stopped to have a chat they bowed shook hands and wished each other well then each in turn a direful tale did tall said war to bacchus friend no doubt youve heard that ere this earth for man had been prepared ire pared I 1 mong the son a of bcd in yonder world my cannons my sable flags unfilled and with my mighty weapons sharp ami bright D rove from the field the rebel sons of light so thug by senior right the place is mine the first to speak the place to hearken thine say on rayj bacchus tut be brief aorl haye far to go and night is drawing nigh the king of war bay knapsack laid aside and up with airs of kingly pride ho thus bagan five thousand jears and boore ive stalked ahe earth in quest of human gore how ive succeeded let times annals tell and b fields where mangled millions fell ive dragged the bridegroom from his virgin baide ive the illint at its mothers side ive made the beg to spare hia life for sake of liitle ones and wife ive struck him down with cold relentless lent less stroke and bis tongue while thus it ive swelled the nvere with a crimson fload and stained old oceans breast with human blood king queens and emperors from their thrones iye hurled and spread destruction oer a weeping world in one short year I 1 have been known to waste more than by cent unea could ba replaced ive made fond bons eons the pride of father hothir meet on the battlefield and slay each othar in bhora the half iyo caused of misery wll neer be known until the judg ment day my time is up friend bacchus I 1 am through so its in order now to hear from yon loquacious bacchus rose with haggard faco and nia big clear devoid of dace down in the dirt his old slouch hat he threw and from his pouch a big old bottle drew look here baid he that seams a simple thing but trouble more than war did ever bring this potent stuff has brought into the world and myriads headlong to destruction burlein bur leil 1 you t ilk of drother slaying brother nothing to the horrid deeds that I 1 have done and now am doing night and day why I 1 can make a son his mother slay and father too or drag his wife from bed and with a hatchet cleave her tender head and see her die in agony then take her little ones now and awake and beat their braina out with a club and then go back 10 revel oer hia cups again 1 I doubt not ang that thou hast done thy share to scourge tha earth with sorrow and despair bat neer did cannons boo m or sabers blow make humankind so wretched here balow As I 1 have doneit baa been left for mo to cap the of mans misery the madhouse midnight orgies I 1 produce the murderers doom in orison cells recluse eyes daughters fair I 1 stamp with bin and abade and heap lution upon their honored name deeds inexpressible too base for human thought to every age and race my power has brought As to the hosts on sea and land youve slain I 1 know such claims are neither false or vain bat let me here assure you kine of war my list ol 01 victims yours by far once in awhile of course you strike a blow and lay perchance a hundred thou aana low but my sad havoc steady as the tide goes on forever sweeping far and wide with pestilential sweep while thousands sad regret that they existence ever had but sire I 1 see the sun is getting low and as wo both have many miles to so ril bring my subject to a close and eav good bye perhaps well meet some other day james crystal american fork jan |