Analysis of The Monster
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
When we might make with happy heart
This world a paradise,
With bombs we blast brave men apart,
With napalm carbonize.
Where we might till the sunny soil,
And sing for joy of life,
We spend our treasure and our toil
In bloody strife.
The fields of wheat are sheening gold,
The flocks have silver fleece;
The signs are sweetly manifold
Of plenty, praise and peace.
Yet see! The sky is like a cowl
Where grimy toilers bore
The shards of steel that feed the foul
Red maw of War.
Instead of butter give us guns;
Instead of sugur, shells.
Devoted mothers, bear your sons
To glut still hotter hells.
Alas! When will mad mankind wake
To banish evermore,
And damn for God in Heaven's sake
Mass Murder--WAR?
Scheme | ABAXCDCD EFEFGHGH IXIBJHJH |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111101 11010 11111101 11010 11110101 011111 1110100101 0101 0111111 011101 0111010 110101 11011101 11011 01111101 1111 01110111 01111 01010111 111101 01111111 11010 01110101 1101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 792 |
Words | 130 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 183 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 43 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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