Poem Of The Day

Please note that this is not my work and is just a poem that I find truly amazing and inspiring :)

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through the sludge,
Till on haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep, many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood shod. All went lame; all blind; drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace,
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devils sick of sin.
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood,
Come gargling from froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud,
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest,
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen
8 October 1917-March 1918

It's not often I post things that aren't my work, but when I know a poem as deep and literate as this I had to share it with you all.
It describes terrible and traumatic experiences in a truly heart stopping manner.
If I'm correct, when Owen released this poem it caused huge uproar because of its anti-war prospects.
Also, if you didn't know, "Dulce et Decorum est" is Latin for "It is sweet and right to die for your country".