Glory Of Women Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

Glory Of Women

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You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,
Or wounded in a mentionable place.
You worship decorations; you believe
That chivalry redeems the war's disgrace.
You make us shells. You listen with delight,
By tales of dirt and danger fondly thrilled.
You crown our distant ardours while we fight,
And mourn our laurelled memories when we're killed.
You can't believe that British troops 'retire'
When hell's last horror breaks them, and they run,
Trampling the terrible corpses- blind with blood.
O German mother dreaming by the fire,
While you are knitting socks to send your son
His face is trodden deeper in the mud.

Glory Of Women
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 30 April 2023

Such a heart-rending take on the atrocities of war. A wonderful poem in a verse with rhythmic splendour.

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