Wars have been and wars will be <br />Till the human race is run; <br />Battles red by land and sea, <br />Never peace beneath the sun. <br />I am old and little care; <br />I'll be cold, my lips be dumb: <br />Brother mine, beware, beware . . . <br />Evil looms the wrath to come. <br /> <br />Eastern skies are dark with strife, <br />Western lands are stark with fear; <br />Rumours of world-war are rife, <br />Armageddon draweth near. <br />If your carcase you would save, <br />Hear, oh hear, the dreadful drum! <br />Fly to forest, cower in cave . . . <br />Brother, heed the wrath to come! <br /> <br />Brother, you were born too late; <br />Human life is but a breath. <br />Men delve deep, where darkly wait <br />Sinister the seeds of death, <br />There's no moment to delay; <br />Sorrowing the stars are blind. <br />Little Brother, how I pray <br />You may sanctuary find. <br />Peoples of the world succumb . . . <br />Fly, poor fools, the WRATH TO COME!<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-brother/
