WARS

IN the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet. In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires. In the wars to come silent wheels and whirr of rods not

yet dreamed out in the heads of men. In the old wars clutches of short swords and jabs into

faces with spears. In the new wars long range guns and smashed walls, guns

running a spit of metal and men falling in tens and

twenties. In the wars to come new silent deaths, new silent hurlers

not yet dreamed out in the heads of men. In the old wars kings quarreling and thousands of men

following. In the new wars kings quarreling and millions of men

following. In the wars to come kings kicked under the dust and

millions of men following great causes not yet

dreamed out in the heads of men.