Who are the Makers of Wars?
The Kings of the earth.
And who are these Kings of the earth?
Only men — not always even men of worth,
But claiming rule by right of birth.
And Wisdom?— does that come by birth?
Nay then — too often the reverse.
Wise father oft has son perverse;
Solomon's son was Israel's curse.
Why suffer things to reason so averse?
It always has been so,
And only now does knowledge grow
To that high point where all men know —
Who would be free must strike the blow.
And how long will man suffer so?
Until his soul of Freedom sings,
And, strengthened by his sufferings,
He breaks the worn-out leading-strings,
And calls to stricter reckonings
Those costliest things — unworthy Kings.
Not all are worthless. Some, with sense of duty,
Strive to invest their lives with grace and beauty.
To such — high honour! But the rest — self-seekers,
Pride-puffed — out with them!— useless mischief-makers!
The time is past when any man or nation
Will meekly bear unrighteous domination.
The time is come when every burden-bearer
Must, in the fixing of his load, be sharer.