Carl Sandburg - Buttons lyrics

I have been watching the war map slammed up for advertising in front of the newspaper office. bu*tons--red and yellow bu*tons--blue and black bu*tons-- are shoved back and forth across the map. A laughing young man, sunny with freckles, Climbs a ladder, yells a joke to somebody in the crowd, And then fixes a yellow bu*ton one inch west And follows the yellow bu*ton with a black bu*ton one inch west. (Ten thousand men and boys twist on their bodies in a red soak along a river edge, Gasping of wounds, calling for water, some rattling d**h in their throats.) Who would guess what it cost to move two bu*tons one inch on the war map here in front of the newspaper office where the freckle-faced young man is laughing to us?