
To complement my recommended reading this Remembrance Sunday, I thought I would show you a poem overflowing with sarcasm and revulsion at the senseless destruction of war:
'Does It Matter?' by Siegfried Sassoon
| DOES it matter?—losing your legs?... | |
| For people will always be kind, | |
| And you need not show that you mind | |
| When the others come in after hunting | |
| To gobble their muffins and eggs. | 5 |
Does it matter?—losing your sight?... | |
| There’s such splendid work for the blind; | |
| And people will always be kind, | |
| As you sit on the terrace remembering | |
| And turning your face to the light. | 10 |
Do they matter?—those dreams from the pit?... | |
| You can drink and forget and be glad, | |
| And people won’t say that you’re mad; | |
| For they’ll know you’ve fought for your country | |
| And no one will worry a bit. |
1 comment:
Full of sarcasm indeed.It did have a good point though
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