Page:Fifes and Drums, Poems of America at War, Vigilantes, 1917.djvu/33

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FIFES AND DRUMS
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'And politicians who yap of missions,
 Ideals, and all that junk—
     Just let 'em gab, brag,
     And hold the grab-bag;
 But don't fall for their bunk!"

"You take this crisis! A glance suffices
 To wise you what it means;
     Munition makers
     And journalist fakers
 Stuffing millions in their jeans!"

"We're safe and happy, so why get scrappy?
 Say, what's the sense in war?
     For God's sake chuck it!
     The whole show's muck! It
'S not what I'm living for!"

"Not this little Willy! I'm not that silly—

 No drums and guns for mine!