Post #1371

You are but millions. Our unnumbered nations Are as the sands upon the sounding shore. We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians! Try to wage war with us — you'll try no more! You've had whole centuries. We — a single hour. Like serfs obedient to their feudal lord, We've held the shield between two hostile powers — Old Europe and the barbarous Mongol horde. Your ancient forge has hammered down the ages, Drowning the distant avalanche's roar. Messina, Lisbon — these, you thought, were pages In some strange book of legendary lore. Full centuries long you've watched our Eastern lands, Fished for our pearls and bartered them for grain; Made mockery of us, while you laid your plans And oiled your cannon for the great campaign. The hour has come. Doom wheels on beating wing. Each day augments the old outrageous score. Soon not a trace of dead nor living thing Shall stand where once your Paestums flowered before. Next page