War and Disaster, Famine and Pestilence, <br />Vaunt-couriers of the Century that comes, <br />Behold them shaking their tremendous plumes <br />Above the world! where all the air grows dense <br />With rumors of destruction and a sense, <br />Cadaverous, of corpses and of tombs <br />Predestined; while, like monsters in the glooms, <br />Bristling with battle, shadowy and immense, <br />The Nations rise in wild apocalypse. <br />Where now the boast Earth makes of civilization? <br />Its brag of Christianity? In vain <br />We seek to see them in the dread eclipse <br />Of hell and horror, all the devastation <br />Of Death triumphant on his hills of slain.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-d-nineteen-hundred-2/
