War

COL. WILLIAM LIGHTFOOT VISSCHER
IN The Scoop, The Chicago Press Clue's Magazine

By blazing homes, through forests torn 
And blackened harvest fields,
The grim and drunken god of war
In frenzied fury reels.

His breath--the sulph'rous stench of guns--
That death and famine deals 
And Pity, pleading, wounded falls 
Beneath his steel-shod heels. 

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