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.

by John McCrae

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McCrae's response to Nietzsche? “Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: I seek God! I seek God! … Whither is God? he cried; I will tell you. We have killed him - you and I. All of us are his murderers...How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? ... Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
great better than fatal because not many people go there and its close to loot lake thank you for your likes and bye
It is a heart felt poem on lust and shame having deep diction. Let me quote... And speaking, fell before that brutish race Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear, While brute Dishonour, with her bloodless face. Thanks
A biblical poem from the dawn of the 20th century, there is a lot of Victorian rhetoric in this that reminds me of the age it comes from.
a poetic message that is always going to be relevant to mankind? who will never listen whilst diamonds and gold glisten! .........well penned.
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