Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen slumbers on.
His name immortalised.
He tried to tell the world of war.
He tried to show the truth
They tried to make the bad look good.
Turn murder into glory.
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen slumbers on.
His name immortalised.
He tried to tell of things unsaid.
The truth about the countless dead.
They tried to make the bad look good.
The gas, the blood, the untold story.
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria more.
But Wilfred Owen slumbers on.
His name immortalised.
Not just his name, his words lay still
In hearts and minds and poem.
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