Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Soldier's Dream - Poem by Wilfred Owen

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.

And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs,
Not even an old flint-lock, not even a pikel.
But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael;
And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.

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  • (9/7/2007 11:06:00 PM)

    this is every soldier's dream for there to be no more war

    PVT Berry of the 151 infantry currently in iraq
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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