John Davidson

(11 April 1857 – 23 March 1909 / Barrhead, East Renfrewshire, Scotland)

John Davidson Poems

1. A Northern Suburb 5/21/2012
2. A Cinque Port 4/16/2010
3. London 4/16/2010
4. A Loafer 1/3/2003
5. Song 1/4/2003
6. Song Of A Train 1/3/2003
7. The Last Rose 1/4/2003
8. A Runnable Stag 1/3/2003
9. War Song 1/3/2003
10. Snow 1/3/2003
11. Imagination 1/3/2003
12. A Ballad Of Hell 1/3/2003
13. In Romney Marsh 1/3/2003
14. Thirty Bob A Week 1/3/2003
15. Battle 1/3/2003
Best Poem of John Davidson


The war of words is done;
The red-lipped cannon speak;
The battle has begun.

The web your speeches spun
Tears and blood shall streak;
The war of words is done.

Smoke enshrouds the sun;
Earth staggers at the shriek
Of battle new begun.

Poltroons and braggarts run:
Woe to the poor, the meek!
The war of words is done.

"And hope not now to shun
The doom that dogs the weak,"
Thunders every gun;

"Victory must be won."
When the red-lipped cannon speak,
The war of words is done,
The slaughter has begun.

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