Swords and Plowshares/Dreyfus "Guilty"

​Dreyfus "Guilty"

"HONOR" the child of forgeries and lies—"Glory," a dream of all-devouring hateAnd carnage and revenge insatiate—"Patriotism," the sum of vanities—These be the jewels, O France, thy rulers prize; These be the principles of which they prate, Bewitched by epithets that once were great,But careless when the substance of them dies.
What do I hear? Is it the rising flood Of some new Terror gathering in the night?The sea breeze bears a sickening smell of blood, And foaming redness mingles with the white.O horror! Yet could less obliterateThe festering pool of Army, Church, and State?

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