Anarchy Poem by John McCrae
Anarchy
I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
And sudden, in the midst of it, there came
One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right.
And speaking, fell before that brutish race
Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear,
While brute Dishonour, with her bloodless face
Stood by and smote his lips that moved in prayer.
"Speak not of God! In centuries that word
Hath not been uttered! Our own king are we."
And God stretched forth his finger as He heard
And o'er it cast a thousand leagues of sea.
Poem shows that GOD runs the show here on earth - the stage.
A powerful well expressed poem embellished with compelling images.
The re-der here dishonors tthe poem with her fl-t delivery. Find some other re-der to do justice to MMcR-e's words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/21/2025 9:29:09 PM # 1.0.0
The poet deeply touches the cry of this modern era in which man finds himself as everything! Godless, fearless, valueless moribund world in which man finds himself supreme but the truth is, he is leading anarchic life! The poet has used wise imagery and it is highly educative.