Author Ambrose Bierce Begirt with bombs that fall and flames that rise, The Tsar, bewildered, stares. " Alas, " he cries, " Life withholds joy and death denies release! And Roosevelt would have me think this peace. " Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments