“To The Warmongers I'm back again from hell With loathsome thoughts to sell; secrets of death to tell; And horrors from the abyss. Young faces bleared with blood sucked down into the mud, You shall hear things like this, Till the tormented slain Crawl round and once again, With limbs that twist awry Moan out their brutish pain, As the fighters pass them by. For you our battles shine With triumph half-divine; And the glory of the dead Kindles in each proud eye. But a curse is on my head, That shall not be unsaid, And the wounds in my heart are red, For I have watched them die.” DeathPoetryViolenceHorrorTerrorAntiwarWw11917 Book:The War Poems Source: The War Poems
“Time makes me be a soldier; but I know That had I lived six hundred years ago, I might have tried to build within my heart A church like this, where I could dwell apart” ChurchArchitectureFranceAntiwarWw11917Sanctuary Of The Mind Book:The War Poems Source: The War Poems
“In your gaze / show me the vanquished vigil of my days” PoetryDestructionAntiwarWaste Of LifeWw11918 Author:Siegfried Sassoon
“He pushed another bag along the top, Craning his body outward; then a flare Gave one white glimpse of No Man's Land and wire; And as he dropped his head the instant split His startled life with lead, and all went out.” DeathPoetryDestructionAntiwarWw11916 Book:The War Poems Source: The War Poems
