94 anti war poetry

anti war poetry

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs. And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots. But limped on, blood-shod. ?

On never-ending quest, Above the battle is my path, Sad eagle in the cloud, Revenge the blood, unfurling wrath, I hunt invaders? crowd, I fly elusive and ?

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