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Show TO THE KAISER. S SELF-STYLED war lord fight, lest your life-work fail, " You love the mother's shriek, when babies die; ,7 You smile at anguish when brave men turn pale, And other's grief brings no tears to your eye. , $ Are you so high you may not bear the weight, Of death and ruin you have wrought on earth? Your sons too precious far to share the fate, Of these who's mothers mourn their day of birth. We have a man bred in a great mold, - x Compared to whom, you are a carpet knight ; Jl? He begged to die, our honor to uphold, And failing lent his four songs to fight. To the Front line was all our hero said, igL They went, two wounded, one lies dead; . JT When we compare yourself with such a man, K We almost doubt God's fatherhood and plan. '$ Until we realize that your shrunken soul, L t -1 Conceived in Hell and fostered on the world; f Is drifting daily to it's certain goal, ) jj To be dragged down and to the depths be hurled. Beast of the pit; unsheath your sword and fight, - iL Call to your aid your own six coward sons ; -X You prate of valor and you boast of might, ' ' fK Why hide like a scared rabbit on the duns ? l f M When you and yours have given up your blood, Mingled with those you have so foully slain ; The world will turn from famine, war and flood, ? New brotherhoods be formed and peace shall reign. f Until "The 'Day" your blatant tongue shall cease, 4 There never can be such a thing as peace. ,,,f Bv Charles B. Marsh, in BridgeportfLife. |