LITTLE
MAN – WHAT NOW?
(On
the atom bomb)
Bravo,
my little man, but why so scared?
You’ve
made the grade, with yesterday compared
Have
far outmatched the power on the red morn
You
gained with poisoned dart and venomed thorn.
Though
merely one man at a time to slay
Seemed,
even then, such long-drawn-out delay.
How
trivial are those bows and arrows now
That
you have learned by leaping stages how
Grim
Death’s vast lethal scythe to sharpen fresh,
And
scatter into dust mere mortal flesh.
So
on the discard throw your crude machines,
Your
battleships, your tanks, your submarines.
One
day, with Earth a sepulchre of stone
You’ll reign a prince, the conqueror – alone!