𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯- 𝘚𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

Don't love the message of this one, but it's well written

You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,

Or wounded in a mentionable place.

You worship decorations; you believe

That chivalry redeems the war's disgrace.

You make us shells. You listen with delight,

By tales of dirt and danger fondly thrilled.

You crown our distant ardours while we fight,

And mourn our laurelled memories when we're killed.

You can't believe that British troops "retire"

When hell's last horror breaks them, and they run,

Trampling the terrible corpses—blind with blood.

    O German mother dreaming by the fire,

    While you are knitting socks to send your son

    His face is trodden deeper in the mud.