A Holiday

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

    Berlin, Germany, gave the school children a half holiday to celebrate the sinking of the Lusitania.     War declares a holiday;     Little children, run and play.     Ring-a-rosy round the earth     With the garland of your mirth.     Shrill a song brim full of glee     Of a great ship sunk at sea.     Tell with pleasure and with pride     How a hundred children died.     Sing of orphan babes, whose cries     Beat against unanswering skies;     Let a mother's mad despair     Lend staccato to your air.     Sing of babes who drowned alone;     Sing of headstones, marked 'Unknown';     Sing of homes made desolate     Where the stricken mourners wait.     Sing of battered corpses tossed     By the heedless waves, and lost.     Run, sweet children, sing and play;     War declares a holiday.

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Poem Details

Language: English
Keywords: Public Domain
Source: Public Domain Collection
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Analysis & Notes:
This poem is a chilling exploration of the paradoxes of war and innocence, told through the lens of children's play. Its tone is sharp and sardonic, using the carefree imagery of children's games and songs to underscore the brutality and violence of warfare. The theme of juxtaposition is prevalent throughout, contrasting the innocence of childhood with the harsh realities of war, creating a sense of chilling irony that permeates the poem.

The structure of the poem is rhythmic and melodic, reminiscent of a nursery rhyme. This choice serves to heighten the incongruity between the poem's form and its content. The recurring motifs of children's games and songs, presented alongside the grim images of death and destruction, form an unsettling contrast. The poet uses vivid, haunting imagery and stark, direct language to convey the senseless destruction of war, particularly its impact on the most vulnerable. Notably, the poet uses the device of repetition to underscore the poem's theme and to create a sense of inevitability and despair. The repeated phrase "War declares a holiday" serves as a grim reminder of the perverse joy that warfare can bring to those who are detached from its realities. This poem is a powerful statement on the horrors of war and its devastating impact on innocence and childhood.