And the Greatest of These Is War

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And the Greatest of These Is War

Around the council-board of Hell, with Satan at their head,

The Three Great Scourges of humanity sat.

Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek and voice, arose and spoke⁠—

“O, Prince, I have stalked the earth,

And my victims by ten thousands I have slain,

I have smitten old and young.

Mouths of the helpless old moaning for bread, I have filled with dust;

And I have laughed to see a crying babe tug at the shriveling breast

Of its mother, dead and cold.

I have heard the cries and prayers of men go up to a tearless sky,

And fall back upon an earth of ashes;

But, heedless, I have gone on with my work.

’Tis thus, O, Prince, that I have scourged mankind.”

And Satan nodded his head.

Pale Pestilence, with stenchful breath, then spoke and said⁠—

“Great Prince, my brother, Famine, attacks the poor.

He is most terrible against the helpless and the old.

But I have made a charnel-house of the mightiest cities of men.

When I strike, neither their stores of gold or of grain avail.

With a breath I lay low their strongest, and wither up their fairest.

I come upon them without warning, lancing invisible death.

From me they flee with eyes and mouths distended;

I poison the air for which they gasp, and I strike them down fleeing.

’Tis thus, great Prince, that I have scourged mankind.”

And Satan nodded his head.

Then the red monster, War, rose up and spoke⁠—

His blood-shot eyes glared ’round him, and his thundering voice

Echoed through the murky vaults of Hell.⁠—

“O, mighty Prince, my brothers, Famine and Pestilence,

Have slain their thousands and ten thousands⁠—true;

But the greater their victories have been,

The more have they wakened in Man’s breast

The God-like attributes of sympathy, of brotherhood and love

And made of him a searcher after wisdom.

But I arouse in Man the demon and the brute,

I plant black hatred in his heart and red revenge.

From the summit of fifty thousand years of upward climb

I haul him down to the level of the start, back to the wolf.

I give him claws.

I set his teeth into his brother’s throat.

I make him drunk with his brother’s blood.

And I laugh ho! ho! while he destroys himself.

O, mighty Prince, not only do I slay,

But I draw Man hellward.”

And Satan smiled, stretched out his hand, and said⁠—

“O War, of all the scourges of humanity, I crown you chief.”

And Hell rang with the acclamation of the Fiends.