THE WHINE OF THE BEAST.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 6, Issue 239, 5 January 1917, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE WHINE OF THE BEAST.

Humanity! You dare to raise the cry Whose liands yet drip with innocent young blood, Beneath whoso heel all things most pure and high Have ruthlessly boon trodden in the mud. Honour and virtue savagely defiled, Unanswered to Heaven for led Jess, And many a mother and her unborn child Have died to make a tale of fright. fllllWSi. And those, our splendid sons, win fell Into your hands, what tongue can tell then state Without pollution, in that- seething hell Of German vibness and of German hate ? Battered and maimed and tortured day by day. Cursed, spat upon, bound helpless to the tree — Small wonder if the thought that you must pay Casts its black shadow on iho days t.o be! For now. at la-t, the reeking whip is laid Aj'.-mss the bully's shoulder in the liultl, And every yard of hard-won progress made Brings ueaivr yet the hour when you must yield. ''Humanity!" The nameless beast :t grin^ With cruel fate knows yet a deeper ihiine In that it now with blanched and f.iltering lips, Cal!< blasphemously on that sacred name! - TOrCHSTOXK. in tic 'Daily Mail.'