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War is Kind by Stephen Crane

Posted on 02/22/13 by FantasyAzurakatana

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Here is a poemIi found that explains the bitter irony of war:

Do not weep maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky and the affrighted steed ran on alone, do not weep. War is kind.

Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, little souls who thirst for fight, these men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-God great, and his kingdom-A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep babe, for war is kind.

Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, raged at his breast, gulped and died,do not weep. War is kind.

Swift blazing flag of the regiment, eagle with crest of red and gold,these men were born to drill and die. point for them the virtue of slaughter, make plain to them the excellence of killing and a field where a thousand corpses lie.

Mother whose heart hung humble as a button on the bright splendid shroud of your son, do not weep. War is kind.

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  • AndreTheGiant

    on 02/25/13, by AndreTheGiant:

    What a tragedy. And all just because of the damn greed. If people could just be happy with what they have every once in a while, maybe then wars would disappear just like that...
  • Robertson41

    on 02/26/13, by Robertson41:

    This is beautiful and sad. I think most leaders choose war and aggression as the default, or the easiest solution, when it should be the absolute resort. I think it's up to those of us who have a voice in our governments to demand that our leaders stop using war to solve problems.
  • NOLAgirl

    on 02/26/13, by NOLAgirl:

    thanks for sharing this! @Azurakatana - who wrote this poem? I'd love to read more of thier work.
  • Azurakatana

    on 04/23/13, by Azurakatana:

    This poem is by Stephen Crane.

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