A sword which hangs for decoration’s use,
So finely made and pleasing to the eye,
Will when the Dogs of War have been let loose
Swing in the use of causing men to die.
A work of finely crafted steel art,
That never cut the air to strike a blow,
Will in a war go straight through a man’s heart,
And cause his precious blood to spill and flow.
Though art is meant to give men’s lives bright joy,
This sword’s art will only bring men sorrow,
Which now you haste to wastefully employ
Killing men who shall not see tomorrow.
And when that sword has made so many fall
You will have wish’d you’d left it on the wall.