第19章
- Dreams & Dust
- 佚名
- 75字
- 2016-03-02 16:28:51
(1914)
EACH nation as it draws the sword And flings its standard to the air Petitions piously the Lord--Vexing the void abyss with prayer.
O irony too deep for mirth!
O posturing apes that rant, and dare This antic attitude! O Earth, With your wild jest of wicked prayer!
I dare not laugh . . . a rising swell Of laughter breaks in shrieks somewhere--No doubt they relish it in Hell, This cosmic jest of Earth at prayer!