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O German mother dreaming by the fire,
While you are knitting socks to send your son
His face is trodden deeper in the mud.

— Siegfried Sassoon

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Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom.

Everyone Sang (1919)

Who will remember, passing through this Gate,
The unheroic Dead who fed the guns?

Collected Poems (1949)

Let no one ever, from henceforth say one word in any way countenancing war.

Robert Nichols in his introduction to The Counter-Attack and Other Poems (1918)

Paid, with a pile of peace-complacent stone,
The armies who endured that sullen swamp.

Collected Poems (1949)

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,
Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.
In the great hour of destiny they stand,
Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows.

The Counter-Attack and Other Poems (1918)

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