Re: The poetry of Philip Britts

INSANITY

We see mad scientists watching tubes and flasks,
Staring at fluids with the power of death;
Mad engineers that work out guns of steel
And make great bombs that carry poison breath.

We hear mad statesmen speak of peace thro' arms,
We read wild praises of the power that rends;
And in the pulpits of the Church of Christ
Mad clergy tell us to destroy our friends.
 
We hear the drone of planes that townsmen build
To scatter death and terror in the town;
And hear the roar of tanks on country roads
That will mow down our brothers, crush them down.
 
Lest this should happen, still more ships are launched;
To ward off war, we spend more gold on arms,
And lest the voice of Christ is heard to groan,
We sound, more loudly, still more wild alarms.
 
Philip Britts