WWI War Time Rhymes.

Old women pierced by bayonets grim   And babies slaughtered for a whim, Cathedrals made the sport of shells, No mercy, even for a child,  As though, the imps of all the hells Were crazed with drink and running wild.  All this we fight---that some day when Good sense shall come again to men, Our children's children may not read This age's history thus defamed  And find we served a selfish creed  And ever be of us ashamed!...........marge