I Am Not Protesting Against The Conduct

The Visionless Officialized Fatuitythat Once Kept Europe Safe For Perpetuity.

But I've Grown Thoughtful Now. And You Have Lost Your Early-morning Freshness Of Surprise At Being So Utterly Mine: You've Learned To Fear The Gloomy, Stricken Places In My Soul, And The Occasional Ghosts That Haunt My Gaze.

The Song Was Wordless; The Singing Will Never Be Done.

I Have Seen And Endured The Sufferings Of The Troops, And I Can No Longer Be A Party To Prolong These Sufferings For Ends Which I Believe To Be Evil And Unjust.

I Am Not Protesting Against The Conduct Of The War, But Against The Political Errors And Insincerities For Which The Fighting Men Are Being Sacrificed.