But I Like It Because It Is

Philosophy Should Always Know That Indifference Is A Militant Thing. It Batters Down The Walls Of Cities And Murders The Women And Children Amid The Flames And The Purloining Of Altar Vessels. When It Goes Away It Leaves Smoking Ruins, Where Lie Citizens Bayonetted Through The Throat. It Is Not A Children's Pastime Like Mere Highway Robbery.

The Red Sun Was Pasted In The Sky Like A Wafer.

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.

Two Or Three Angels Came Near To The Earth. They Saw A Fat Church. Little Black Streams Of People Came And Went In Continually. And The Angels Were Puzzled To Know Why The People Went Thus, And Why They Stayed So Long Within.

Mother, Whose Heart Hung Humble As A Button The Bright Splendid Shroud Of Your Son, Do Not Weep. War Is Kind.