Ten minutes now I have been looking at this. <br />I have gone by here before and wondered about it. <br />This is a bronze memorial of a famous general <br />Riding horseback with a flag and a sword and a revolver <br />on him. <br />I want to smash the whole thing into a pile of junk to be <br />hauled away to the scrap yard. <br />I put it straight to you, <br />After the farmer, the miner, the shop man, the factory <br />hand, the fireman and the teamster, <br />Have all been remembered with bronze memorials, <br />Shaping them on the job of getting all of us <br />Something to eat and something to wear, <br />When they stack a few silhouettes <br />Against the sky <br />Here in the park, <br />And show the real huskies that are doing the work of <br />the world, and feeding people instead of butchering them, <br />Then maybe I will stand here <br />And look easy at this general of the army holding a flag <br />in the air, <br />And riding like hell on horseback <br />Ready to kill anybody that gets in his way, <br />Ready to run the red blood and slush the bowels of men <br />all over the sweet new grass of the prairie.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ready-to-kill/
