Delight and power in speech

by Leonard G. Nattkemper; George Wharton James

And wives and mothers vainly weep.

VI

I cut the air with growls of wrath;

I am black woe’s bite as I bark and fight,

I’m the mad dog’s fang, and I lead the gang

As we wolf together on war’s red path;

We rend the flesh, and we wreck the mind;

We’re the war-wrath’s lust, and we’re wild and blind,—

The red wrath’s lust that is wild and blind.

I sing! sing! sing! the wrathful warrior’s song.