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It’s a cruel fact of war that it takes little m…

It’s a cruel fact of war that it takes little more than applying pressure to one finger to end another person’s life. More than that, it’s a cruel fact of life that we are hardwired to follow the crowd in a moment of panic.

It’s a cruel fact of war that it takes little more than applying pressure to one finger to end another person’s life. More than that, it’s a cruel fact of life that we are hardwired…

He had also learned that there is no use murder…

He had also learned that there is no use murdering people; there are always so many left, and if you tried to murder them all you would never get anything else done.

He had also learned that there is no use murdering people; there are always so many left, and if you tried to murder them all you would never get anything else done.

If water won’t smother the blazeFather, take my…

If water won't smother the blazeFather, take my tears and bestow them on the firesee if the fires will wither.

If water won’t smother the blazeFather, take my tears and bestow them on the firesee if the fires will wither.

For twenty-five years I’ve been speaking and wr…

For twenty-five years I've been speaking and writing in defense of your right to happiness in this world, condemning your inability to take what is your due, to secure what you won in bloody battles on the barricades of Paris and Vienna, in the American Civil War, in the Russian Revolution. Your Paris ended with Petain and Laval, your Vienna with Hitler, your Russia with Stalin, and your America may well end in the rule of the Ku Klux Klan! You've been more successful in winning your freedom than in securing it for yourself and others. This I knew long ago. What I did not understand was why time and again, after fighting your way out of a swamp, you sank into a worse one. Then groping and cautiously looking about me, I gradually found out what has enslaved you: YOUR SLAVE DRIVER IS YOU YOURSELF. No one is to blame for your slavery but you yourself. No one else, I say!

For twenty-five years I’ve been speaking and writing in defense of your right to happiness in this world, condemning your inability to take what is your due, to secure what you won in bloody battles…

There were nine casualties during the battle of…

There were nine casualties during the battle of Kirkuk. My husband was among them.

There were nine casualties during the battle of Kirkuk. My husband was among them.

The veneer of civilization fell away to reveal …

The veneer of civilization fell away to reveal desperate animals, humanity at their worst.

The veneer of civilization fell away to reveal desperate animals, humanity at their worst.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?…

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

Now beginFamines of thought and feeling.

Now beginFamines of thought and feeling.

Now beginFamines of thought and feeling.

You shall not hear their mirth:You shall not co…

You shall not hear their mirth:You shall not come to think them well contentBy any jest of mine. These men are worthYour tears:You are not worth their merriment.

You shall not hear their mirth:You shall not come to think them well contentBy any jest of mine. These men are worthYour tears:You are not worth their merriment.

This book is not about heroes. English poetry i…

This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War.…

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; …

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; and rusted every bayonet with His tears.

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; and rusted every bayonet with His tears.

Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shou…

Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout"I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.

Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout”I see your lights!” But ours had long died out.

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!We laughed at…

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 bragsHe wars on Death, for lives; not men, for flags.

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…

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. …

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,…

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

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

The old Lie:Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori…

The old Lie:Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori.

The old Lie:Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori.

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?…

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattleCan 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 goodbyes.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.

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifle’s rapid rattleCan patter out their hasty orisons.No mockeries now for them; no prayers, nor bells,Nor any voice…

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous la…

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language…everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights…

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones k…

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knoc…

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep.…

Dulce Et Decorum EstBent double, like old begga…

Dulce Et Decorum EstBent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

Dulce Et Decorum EstBent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge.…

These men are worth your tears. You are not wor…

These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

There is a comfort in conformity, a security in…

There is a comfort in conformity, a security in control, that is appealing. There is a thrill in domination, and we are all secretly attracted to violence.

There is a comfort in conformity, a security in control, that is appealing. There is a thrill in domination, and we are all secretly attracted to violence.

As long as a population can be induced to belie…

As long as a population can be induced to believe in a supernatural hereafter, it can be oppressed and controlled. People will put up with all sorts of tyranny, poverty, and painful treatment if they're convinced that they'll eventually escape to some resort in the sky where lifeguards are superfluous and the pool never closes. Moreover, the faithful are usually willing to risk their skins in whatever military adventure their government may currently be promoting.

As long as a population can be induced to believe in a supernatural hereafter, it can be oppressed and controlled. People will put up with all sorts of tyranny, poverty, and painful treatment if they’re…

This world is so full of wars and hostilities. …

This world is so full of wars and hostilities. All parties seek for allies to defeat enemies. I support peace effort towards mastermind which has caused men hostile to each other.

This world is so full of wars and hostilities. All parties seek for allies to defeat enemies. I support peace effort towards mastermind which has caused men hostile to each other.

Whoever won the wars in heavens, He is The God …

Whoever won the wars in heavens, He is The God of men today.

Whoever won the wars in heavens, He is The God of men today.

Selfrighteous creates wars more often than othe…

Selfrighteous creates wars more often than other reasons.

Selfrighteous creates wars more often than other reasons.

Sometimes violence is necessary to prevent even…

Sometimes violence is necessary to prevent even more violence,” I concluded, almost as if it were an epiphany.

Sometimes violence is necessary to prevent even more violence,” I concluded, almost as if it were an epiphany.

There is no conscience in a real war.

There is no conscience in a real war.

There is no conscience in a real war.

Price of peace could only be valued by people w…

Price of peace could only be valued by people who had suffered loss in the war.

Price of peace could only be valued by people who had suffered loss in the war.

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