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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RED FLAG, by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY First Line: This is no time for tears, no place for mournful poses Last Line: Our children shall win to freedom; theirs shall pay the score. Alternate Author Name(s): Cheyney, Ralph Subject(s): Death; Freedom; Injustice; War; Dead, The; Liberty | |||
This is no time for tears, no place for mournful poses. We have a trust to fill before our brief day closes. A hundred thousand Saccos and Vanzettis starkly die Whose agonizing arms accuse the stormy, blooded sky On battlefields, in dismal mills and dank, dark mines, In fetid tenements and on brave, far-flung picket-lines. Whence comes the hue that stains the workers' flag so red? The rich have dyed it deep with the blood of our slaughtered dead. It is they who have sown the tempest, they who have made it war. Our children shall win to freedom; theirs shall pay the score. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE THE WILD SWAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE QUARTET IN F MAJOR by WILLIAM MEREDITH CROSS THAT LINE by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE EMANCIPATION by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER A CHILD IS BORN by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY |
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