Anonymous
When Shall We Wake?
An ode to a departed friend and poets everywhereWhen shall we wake? Shall we wait, wringing our hands,Until our last child smiles no more?Shall we wait until he’s gone to war? Shall we wait, with a self-righteous tear, as last he feels his mother's love,And ends his life in the streets of our City’s empty heart? When shall we wake? Shall we wait, clicking our tongues as the newsman tells of the old womanwho suffered in the cold and gave up her will beneath the weight...