When a world lies steeped in ashes
And ground in conqueror’s
dust
And the screams of dreadful
dying
Fill the archives with blood
and lust

Then oh ye historians revel!
And trim your redoubtable
pen
And fill children’s ears with
drivel
Of patriots, heroes and
MEN.

Count Mankind’s advances
in rapings
Chalk empire’s rise by its
fall,
And chatter of kings and
their apings
of virtues and chivalrous
all.

Bah! Feeble and outrageous
asses
What battle wrote any
but blood?
Fools, swim in inkpots and
squalors
And sing your great grandeurs
of mud.

For no nation ever bought
glory
With agony, death and
burned towns
And no king was ever
but gory
Who slaughtered his way
to renown.

Ye sing, damn your songs, of
the error
Ye transplant the dust to the
van
History never was story
That didn’t crown thinker the
Man.







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