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Show UU B MARCHING ON. I (By Walt Mason) I . I have read a hundred essays on the Causes of the Plght, and every country's in the wrong, and all are n In the right; the bones of countless U butchered men are bleaching in I the light and Death goes marching H on. The war was forced on yon- I der King, who couldn't dodge the H scrap; and it was forced on t'other King, who is a peaceful chap; and I meanwhile over every foot of Eur- I ope's soggy map King Death is I marching on. It seems a shame, I when all the klngB are Buffering for I peace, that war should spring Its I wrinkled front and all its dogs re- I lease; that generals Bhould wade 1 around in blood and fur and grease, P and Death go marching on. And I' still the soldiers fight and Blay, BBaii their little wage to earn; and where the vine and fig tree were the lurid beacons burn; the sleepless sleep-less children watch and wait for dads who won't return, and Death is marching on. It must have been spontaneous, the great and bloody game; if anyone's responsible, no man will take the blame; old Europe's Eur-ope's littered with her dead, her blind and halt and lame, and Death goes marching on. Copyright, 191G. "- |