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

Comments (23)

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.
A thousand leagues of sea.... thanks for posting...
A great philosophical poem with a profound message for the mankind who should not go by its vanity to fulfill its selfish objectives as reflected in these words- 'Our own king are we'. Thanks.
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