Friday, April 24, 2009

BENJAMIN FRANKLIN ON WAR

POEM ON WAR BY BENJAMIN FRANKLIN’S RELATIVE

Believe me, Ben, it is a dangerous trade

The sword has many marred as well as made

By it many do fall – not many rise

Makes many poor, few rich and fewer wise

Fill towns with ruin, fields with blood decide

Tis sloth’s maintainer and the shield of pride

Fair cities rich today in plenty flow

War filled with want tomorrow and with woe

Ruined estates, the nurse of vice

Broken limbs and scars

Are the effects of desolating wars

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