Awake again in Asia, Lord of Peace, <br />Awake and preach, for her far swordsmen rise. <br />And would they sheathe the sword before you, friend, <br />Or scorn your way, while looking in your eyes? <br /> <br />Good comrade and philosopher and prince, <br />Thoughtful and thoroughbred and strong and kind, <br />Dare they to move against your pride benign, <br />Lord of the Law, high chieftain of the mind? <br /> <br />But what can Europe say, when in your name <br />The throats are cut, the lotus-ponds turn red? <br />And what can Europe say, when with a laugh <br />Old Asia heaps her hecatombs of dead?<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-buddha/
