Glory Of Women
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.
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"You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Siegfried Loraine Sassoon delivers a powerful performance in "Glory Of Women"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...