Here you will find the Poem War and Peace of poet Franklin P. Adams
"This war is a terrible thing," he said, "With its countless numbers of needless dead; A futile warfare it seems to me, Fought for no principle I can see. Alas, that thousands of hearts should bleed For naught but a tyrant's boundless greed!" * * * * Said the wholesale grocer, in righteous mood, As he went to adulterate salable food. Spake as follows the merchant king: "Isn't this war a disgusting thing? Heartless, cruel, and useless, too; It doesn't seem that it can be true. Think of the misery, want and fear! We ought to be grateful we've no war here. * * * * "Six a week"--to a girl--"That's flat! I can get a thousand to work for that."