War Col. William Lightfoot Visscher

in The Scoop, the Chicago Press Club’s Magazine

BY blazing homes, through forests torn
And blackened harvest fields,
The grim and drunken god of war
In frenzied fury reels.

His breath—the sulph’rous stench of guns—
That death and famine deals
And Pity, pleading, wounded falls
Beneath his steel-shod heels.