I've been reading some of the poetry of Wilfred Owen, a British poet and WW One soldier, who was killed in battle, just a short time before the armastice. Its very intense and somehow appropriate for the upcoming troop "surge" in Iraq. This poem is from the "War to End All Wars". When will people wise up and understand that war never ends war. Just breeds new ones. What will end war? Justice?
ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
-Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.