In the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet
In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires
In the wars to come silent wheels and whirr of rods not yet dreamed out in the heads of men
In the old wars clutches of short swords and ]abs into faces with spears
In the new wars long-range guns and smashed walls, guns running a spit of metal and men falling in tens and twenties
In the wars to come new silent deaths, new silent hurlers not yet dreamed out in the heads of men
In the old wars kings quarreling and thousands of men following
In the new wars kings quarreling and millions of men following
In the wars to come kings kicked under the dust and millions of men following great causes not yet dreamed out in the heads of men
I am busy working to bring Carl Sandburg's "Wars" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Carl Sandburg's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Wars" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.