On Being Asked for a War Poem by William Butler Yeats
I think it better that in times like these
A poets mouth be silent, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of meddling who can please
A young girl in the indolence of her youth,
Or an old man upon a winters night.
- William Butler Yeats
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July 17th, 2006 at 8:33 am
Welcome Back ,,,
I think we need the โWAR POEMSโโฆ It makes people firingโฆ
Example: (ุงููู ุฃูุจุฑ)
ุงููู ุฃูุจุฑ ุงููู ุฃูุจุฑ
ุงููู ุฃูุจุฑ ููู ููุฏ ุงูู ุนุชุฏู
ุงููู ููู ุธููู ุฎูุฑ ู ุคูุฏ
ุฃูุง ุจุงููููู ูุจุงูุณูุงุญ ุณุฃูุชุฏู
ุจูุฏู ูููุฑ ุงูุญู ูุณุทุน ูู ูุฏู
ููููุง ู ุนู ููููุง ู ุนู
ุงููู ุงููู ุงููู ุฃูุจุฑ
ุงููู ููู ุงูู ุนุชุฏู
ูุง ูุฐู ุงูุฏููุง ุฃูููู ูุงุณู ุนู
ุฌูุด ุงูุฃุนุงุฏู ุฌุงุก ูุจุบู ู ุตุฑุนู
ุจุงูุญู ุณูู ุฃุฑุฏู ูุจู ุฏูุนู
ูุฅุฐุง ูููุช ูุณูู ุฃูููู ู ุนู
ููููุง ู ุนู ููููุง ู ุนู
ุงููู ุงููู ุงููู ุฃูุจุฑ
ุงููู ููู ุงูู ุนุชุฏู
ููููุง ู ุนู ุงูููู ููู ุณุชุนู ุฑ
ูุงููู ููู ุงูุบุงุตุจ ุงูู ุชูุจุฑ
ุงููู ุฃูุจุฑ ูุง ุจูุงุฏู ูุจุฑู
ูุฎุฐู ุจูุงุตูุฉ ุงูู ุบูุฑ ูุฏู ุฑู
ููููุง ู ุนู ููููุง ู ุนู
ุงููู ุงููู ุงููู ุฃูุจุฑ
ุงููู ููู ุงูู ุนุชุฏู
ุงููู ุฃูุจุฑ - ูุดูุฏ ุงูููุงุช ุงูู ุตุฑูุฉ ุฃุซูุงุก ุญุฑุจ ุงูุณููุณ ููู ุงููุดูุฏ ุงููุทูู ููุฌู ุงููุฑูุฉ
I LOVE this oneโฆ
July 17th, 2006 at 9:49 pm
<p><strong>Suicide in the Trenches</strong> by Siegfried Sassoon</p>
<p>I knew a simple soldier boy<br />Who grinned at life in empty joy,<br />Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,<br />And whistled early with the lark.</p>
<p>In winter trenches, cowed and glum,<br />With crumps and lice and lack of rum,<br />He put a bullet through his brain.<br />No one spoke of him again.</p>
<p>You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye<br />Who cheer when soldier lads march by,<br />Sneak home and pray you’ll never know<br />The hell where youth and laughter go.</p>