WAR

by: James Russell Lowell (1819-1891)

      Z fer war, I call it murder,--
      There you hev it plain an' flat;
      I don't want to go no furder
      Than my Testyment fer that....
      They may talk o' Freedom's airy
      Tell they'er pupple in the face,--
      It's a grand gret cemetary
      Fer the barthrights of our race;
      They jest want this Californy
      So's to lug new slave-states in
      To abuse ye, an' scorn ye,
      An' to plunder ye like sin.

"War" is reprinted from The Early Poems Including the Biglow Papers. James Russell Lowell. New York: A.L. Burt, 1900.

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