Page:A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919.djvu/157

 Rh THE KAISER AND GOD

ED by Wilhelm, as you tell,

God has done extremely well;

You with patronizing nod

Show that you approve of God.

Kaiser, face a question new—

This—Does God approve of you?

Broken pledges, treaties torn,

Your first page of war adorn;

We on fouler things must look

Who read further in that book,

Where you did in time of war

All that you in peace forswore,

Where you, barbarously wise,

Bade your soldiers terrorize,

Where you made—the deed was fine—

Women screen your firing line,

Villages burned down to dust,

Torture, murder, bestial lust,

Filth too foul for printer's ink,

Crime from which the apes would shrink—

Strange the offerings that you press

On the God of Righteousness!

Kaiser, when you'd decorate

Sons or friends who serve your State,

Not that Iron Cross bestow,

But a cross of wood, and so—

So remind the world that you

Have made Calvary anew.

Kaiser, when you'd kneel in prayer

Look upon your hands, and there

Let that deep and awful stain

From the blood of children slain