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The Next War - Poem by Wilfred Owen

War's a joke for me and you,
Wile we know such dreams are true.
- Siegfried Sassoon

Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death,-
Sat down and eaten with him, cool and bland,-
Pardoned his spilling mess-tins in our hand.
We've sniffed the green thick odour of his breath,-
Our eyes wept, but our courage didn't writhe.
He's spat at us with bullets and he's coughed
Shrapnel. We chorussed when he sang aloft,
We whistled while he shaved us with his scythe.

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.
We laughed, -knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death, for lives; not men, for flags.

Comments about The Next War by Wilfred Owen

  • Britte Ninad 3/4/2020 3:17:00 AM

    Death was never enemy of ours!
    We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum

    good writing
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  • Coulibaly 2/18/2020 7:04:00 AM

    Great poem and I have to write 20 characters so here you go Reply

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  • my Dixie Rekt 2/10/2020 11:52:00 PM

    My mom has the fatest bumhole Reply

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  • Adeeb Alfateh 6/9/2019 12:51:00 AM

    Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
    We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.

    great write 10++++++++++++++++++
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  • Zac jones 2/17/2019 7:40:00 PM

    THis is well written Reply

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    this is a beautiful piece very well written Reply

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  • Idiots 9/3/2018 12:12:00 AM

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  2. A War Song To Englishmen

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  3. Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War

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  4. Love And War

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