POEM WRITTEN NEARLY 100 YEARS AGO: ARE THESE WORDS JUST AS POWERFUL TODAY? [+] serious ballot by mojo ACTIVE Tue Feb 19, 08 - Wed Feb 18, 09 The poem is by Wilfred Owen, who fought and died (at the age of 25) in World War I. 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 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. Yes No Comment Ballot #123157 : SEE RESULTS Comment: show your vote with comment?

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