Classic Poem

Shame on your craven crew,
You coward Nations, you!
Sitting supinely by,
While men file out to die;
Glory, you call it,—Shame
Shall be its filthy name!
Lust, pillage, blood, and hate
Envenom all the State;
You call it war,—you do,—
Shame on you, Nations—you!

Shame on your sickly crew,
You coward Nations, you!
Prating of God and Peace;—
Go, bid the carnage cease;—
Drag Emperor and Tsar
Before your mighty bar;
Let Love and Mercy reign
Over the land and main;—
You call it war, you do,—
Shame on you, Nations—you!