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.
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