Kids throwing snowballs,
Family free-for alls
While many carol-less miles away
Our own boys of blood-steel flesh
In the Devil’s World Series
A damned rotten mess
Are pitching grenades over
A frosted Ace of Spades

Kids today, men tomorrow
Gimme-a-light smiles
Body twisted into sorrow
A Sniper’s shot- Is death your lot?
See what Judas
For thirth pieces of silver bought.

A Fire, a sigher
A joke, a smole
A cry, a why?

Frozen feet, kneeling knees
For God’s sake America
Wake up, please!

December 1950