Anthem for Doomed Youth

The perfect poem for Veteran's Day.

A perfect reminder about how Veteran's day shouldn't be about unconditionally supporting war and warriors.

It should be a conversation about war, its costs, and whether or not it is worth it.

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Anthem for Doomed Youth

By Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
      Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
      Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells,
      Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
      And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
      Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
      The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

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