I like your poem. Very good prose. My only caveat would be in that it appears to glorify war.

My own favourite is W. Owens famous eulogy on the First World War. Very anti-war, very anti-politics. It says it all.


The Parable of the Old Man and the Young


So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb, for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo an Angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not they hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behold Caught in a thicket by its horns,
A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.


Lt Wilfred Owen (March 18, 1893 - November 4, 1918)


Owen was killed in action, storming the Oise-Sambre canal in Belgium, just 7 days before the termination of hostilities.

His parents received the War Office telegram, notifying them of their sons death, on the same day the church bells all over Britain where ringing out news of the armistace.

How poignant.