How can I create a voice that’s bold
Enough to daze the savages, cave men,
Who pile up war machines like rocks again,
Who think big bucks crush enemies with gold
And iron warheads? What word magic told
These dreamy apes their rage was god, to send
Blast master death and boom fire kill and bend
All brittle bones to their terrible mold?
Shout to us, Blake! Prophecy new fate.
You drew a face in the sky to hide God
From angry poets of revenge and hate.
Their prayers, crudely recalled, still shape the odd
Abstractions of these Beasts with big, gory
Scenes. Call to us now a calmer glory.