THE GREAT DISCARD

I see a mighty junk-heap rising high, Old bibles, crosses, crescents, six-point stars And other symbols, idol’s fetiches— The bloody tools of greed and superstition, That have tormented man for centuries, Disfiguring his body and his mind. I see the flags of all the various nations, In whose defense men slaughtered one another Upon this junk-heap also; and the books Wherein the laws are writ, that give to man The power over man; And all the institutions that have helped To make of man an abject slave or tyrant, These, too, are on this junk-heap.