The Next War von Wilfred Owen – Thema 1914

The Next War von Wilfred Owen – Thema 1914

The Next War

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 chorused 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.

Wilfred Owen

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