Smeared with the blood of youth and age
Dragging his god that nods and leers
Dripping with murdered children’s tears.
God of the bright, swift sword, how long?
Moloch rides with the swinish hun:—
The boche is boasting with shout and song
That Thou and his bestial god are one,—
Thou and Moloch and Christ, Thy Son!
ROBERT W. CHAMBERS.
New York, April 30, 1918.