WAR COL. WILLIAM LIGHTFOOT VISSCHER
Reading edition
in The Scoop, the Chicago Press Club’s Magazine
BY blazing homes, through forests torn And blackened harvest fields, The grim and drunken god of war In frenzied fury reels. His breath—the sulph’rous stench of guns— That death and famine deals And Pity, pleading, wounded falls Beneath his steel-shod heels.