THE GENIUS OF WAR
Reading edition
By John Francis Valter.
I am the Genius of War. My standard's the Skull and the Bones. I raise my voice—I stamp my foot, And legions rise out of the ground. Armies advance and retreat, Poisoned, diseased and maimed: All that is left is a grewsome aspect To the moonlight, the ghouls and Me. All this to a laudable end:— The general has his star; Shylock his four per cent; The contractor's wife a costly gem To enhance her vulgar charms; The mother a harvest of tears; The wife a broken heart; The unborn babe a prenatal curse; While I have my surfeit of blood.
