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Fodder For Cannon

Rating: 2.6

Bodies glad, erect,
Beautiful with youth,
Life's elect,
Nature's truth,
Marching host on host,
Those bright, unblemished ones,
Manhood's boast,
Feed them to the guns.

Hearts and brains that teem
With blessing for the race,
Thought and dream,
Vision, grace,
Oh, love's best and most,
Bridegrooms, brothers, sons,
Host on host
Feed them to the guns.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
ngaio beck 22 January 2008

Poignant, and as true today as it was then, and will be tomorrow.

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