12 KARLE WILSON BAKER
Who taught that doctrine . . . but they murdered
him Because he wished to share the Jewish God With other folk.
They are long-hved, these fierce Old hating Gods of nations ; but at last There surely will be spilled enough of blood To drown them all ! The deeps of sea and air. Of old the seat of gods, no more are safe, For mines and monoplanes. The Germans, now, Can surely find and rout the God of France With Zeppelins, or some slim mother's son Of Paris, or of Tours, or Brittany, Can drop a bomb into the Feste Burg, And, having crushed the source of German strength, Die happy in his blazing monoplane.
Sad jesting ! If there be no God at all.
Save in the heart of man, why, even so —
Yea, all the more, — since we must make our God,
Oh, let us make Him large enough for all,
Or cease to prate of Him ! If kings must fight,
Let them fight for their glory, openly.
And plain men for their lands and for their homes,
And heady youths, who go to see the fun.
Blaspheme not God. True, maybe we might leave
The God of Germany to some poor frau
Who cannot go, who can but wait and mourn.
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