Here you will find the Poem The Morning Paper of poet Katharine Lee Bates
Carnage! Humanity disgraced! Time's dearest toil effaced! Poison gases and flame Putting Nero to shame! Bayonet, bomb and shell! Merry reading for hell! The wickedness! the waste! Courage! To gain their fiery goal, Some crumbling, blood-soaked knoll, How fearlessly they fling Their flesh to suffering, Offer their ardent breath To gasping, shuddering death! O miracle of soul!
