Who are these, obsequious fools
Lickspittles drawing e’er near
To the flames of power, but fulfilled
By a moment in diadem’s glare?
“To arms!” they cry – to all but they
For what good is slavish applause
If spent upon a battlefield –
What then for Caesar’s next cause?
Oh mighty lambs, lust for war!
Heedless of misery and pain
Lust for him who makes it so
Suckle the breast of the vain
Category: Foreign Policy & War
