_Who are the Makers of Wars?_
The Kings of the earth.
_And who are these Kings of the earth?_
Only men--not always even men of worth,
But claiming rule by right of birth.
_And Wisdom?--does that come by birth?_
Nay then--too often the reverse.
Wise father oft has son perverse;
Solomon's son was Israel's curse.
_Why suffer things to reason so averse?_
It always has been so,
And only now does knowledge grow
To that high point where all men know--
Who would be free must strike the blow.
_And how long will man suffer so?_
Until his soul of Freedom sings,
And, strengthened by his sufferings,
He breaks the worn-out leading-strings,
And calls to stricter reckonings
Those costliest things--unworthy Kings.
Not all are worthless. Some, with sense of duty,
Strive to invest their lives with grace and beauty.
To such--high honour! But the rest--self-seekers,
Pride-puffed--out with them!--useless mischief-makers!
The time is past when any man or nation
Will meekly bear unrighteous domination.
The time is come when every burden-bearer
Must, in the fixing of his load, be sharer.