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war memorials
1984
War's a joke for me and you,
While we know such dreams are true
I, too saw god through mud
Siegfried Sasson
for ever England
red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the english dead
the last laugh
weep you may weep for you may touch them not
strange friends here is no cause to mourn
oh death was never enemy of ours!
Oh Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum
No soldier's paid to kick against his power.
We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars; when each proud fighter brags
He wars on death-for lives; not men-for flags
Wilfred Owen
for love is not the binding of fair lips
victory
under the hill of england
come death, come now
dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
These words from Horace's Odes, are quoted with stinging
irony in the poem written during the First World War
by Wilfried Owen as an anguished cry
against its tragic wastefulness.
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