10 Best Famous Mass Murder Poems

The Monster

 When we might make with happy heart
 This world a paradise,
With bombs we blast brave men apart,
 With napalm carbonize.
Where we might till the sunny soil,
 And sing for joy of life,
We spend our treasure and our toil
 In bloody strife.

The fields of wheat are sheening gold,
 The flocks have silver fleece;
The signs are sweetly manifold
 Of plenty, praise and peace.
Yet see! The sky is like a cowl
 Where grimy toilers bore
The shards of steel that feed the foul
 Red maw of War.

Instead of butter give us guns;
 Instead of sugur, shells.
Devoted mothers, bear your sons
 To glut still hotter hells.
Alas! When will mad mankind wake
 To banish evermore,
And damn for God in Heaven's sake
 Mass Murder--WAR?