The Poets & The War XXXVI
And shall he live?
Who feared to meet a worthy foe
And sought the weak to overthrown?
Who wasted, pillaged, plundered, slew,
And proved his bonded word untrue?
Whose ears were deaf and eyes were blind
To all the suffering of mankind?
Who cannot find one single friend
To name him noble in the end?
And shall his dust, beneath the sod
Await the judgement of his God?
Nay! Let him live
And grant his span of years,
A prey to conscience and to fears,
Shall we forgive?
Nay! Let him live!
We are not gods – but men!