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For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something has been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.

— Wilfred Owen Strange Meeting (1918)

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All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.

And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified,
Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.'

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod.

Dulce et Decorum Est (1917)

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

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