Ultimate Brotherhood
Shall Force alone enslave the World anew?
Now man no longer listens to the Word,
But serves the red puissance of the Sword:
Our million-slaying Masters—they who drew
This horror on us,—make the cave-man's crew
Seem beatific; but can we afford
To turn the world into a slaughter-horde,
And to our long advancement bid adieu?
Ah, Peace, at last shall bear her perfect flower;
With faith in Man's great Brotherhood, re-nerved
We stand, foreseeing victory for the soul;
Though Russia, with Encèladean power,
Like some stupendous glacier, unobserved,
Move through the centuries, to her baleful goal.
Now man no longer listens to the Word,
But serves the red puissance of the Sword:
Our million-slaying Masters—they who drew
This horror on us,—make the cave-man's crew
Seem beatific; but can we afford
To turn the world into a slaughter-horde,
And to our long advancement bid adieu?
Ah, Peace, at last shall bear her perfect flower;
With faith in Man's great Brotherhood, re-nerved
We stand, foreseeing victory for the soul;
Though Russia, with Encèladean power,
Like some stupendous glacier, unobserved,
Move through the centuries, to her baleful goal.
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