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(2 September 1871 – 2 February 1933 / Australia)

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The Wounded

Stupidity and Selfishness and Fear,
Who hold enslaved the intellect of Man,
Have found their victims here.
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  • Gajanan Mishra (7/15/2013 4:54:00 AM)

    heart of men in every land is dear. thanks.

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  • Terence George Craddock (7/15/2012 5:53:00 AM)

    I really like the beauty and wisdom of this poem. From the beginning lines 'Stupidity and Selfishness and Fear, / Who hold enslaved the intellect of Man, ' which is a wonderful opening insight. The anti-war themes are conveyed with simple yet poignant lines in the next tercet stanza, 'We saw them go, alert to seek the van/ Where phantom Glory showered her withering leaves/ Now they return who can; ' emphasizing the vain folly of phantom glory. Immediately we are reminded that many will not return, showered upon the ground like 'withering leaves'.
    The suffering, both physical and mental, carried endured by these returning soldiers, is personified into the returning passage of the ship, 'Slowly, full-fraught with pain, the vessel heaves'. The lines 'creeps along the bay/ To where the city grieves' contrasts with the celebration and joy the troops sailed away with. The loss of those who will not return is suggested with, 'Happy are those who limp the dusty way; / And those whose eyes can meet the loving glance, ' because sad are hearts who shall never see their beloved fathers, uncles, sons again.
    The speakers states 'But mock them not with babble of romance: ' because there was little or no romance in the conditions of their fighting. Any familiar with World War One battlefields will immediately recognize 'They have glared at death across the orient rocks (Anzac Cove) / Or in the mire of France (the trenches on the western front) . What led these soldiers to battle and what did they learn? They learned the personally hell of war and lessons of death and hate. Brereton hammers these points home with 'For you who, led by love, have borne your part/ Where war's black ploughshare turns the bloody sand/ And crops of hatred start'.
    Is there any ultimate lesson learned, advice given? Yes the final stanza spells out a radical new solution beginning with 'The workers of the battered world draw near'. The speaker draws us in with the workers who fought this war declaring 'Scorning a foeman's name. The heart of Man/ In every land is dear.' The message is all workers share a common brotherhood of similar conditions and oppression, thus they should scorn the bosses, let the rich fight their own profit wars. A universal truth is stated in conclusion, all men in all lands are precious and thus all human life, all humanity in all lands, are to be honoured as sacred life. Who is wounded? Humanity is wounded by wars.

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