THERE they go marching all in step so gay!
Smooth-cheeked and golden, food for shells and guns.
Blithely they go as to a wedding day,
The mothers' sons.
The drab street stares to see them row on row
On the high tram-tops, singing like the lark.
Too careless-gay for courage, singing they go
Into the dark.
With tin whistles, mouth-organs, any noise,
They pipe the way to glory and the grave;
Foolish and young, the gay and golden boys
Love cannot save.
High heart! High courage! The poor girls they kissed
Run with them : they shall kiss no more, alas!
Out of the mist they stepped-into the mist
Singing they pass.
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From guest maddie (contact)
This poem shows the excitement of men going to war And how false the propaganda was and how it was used to Portray young man that war is fun and even better you get All the ladies. it is teribe -
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From guest qwertyuiop (contact)
i think the poems intentention is to highlight the niavaty of the men(or however you spell it)and false hope that propergander brought about x -
From guest KIRAN + RAVI
This poem itself is highly good and it brings sweetness 2 my ears.
KIRAN MAHEY, 15 + RAVI SINGH, 16
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A mother's perspective that doesn't glorify or criticise war, rather it is the boys that are "foolish and young".
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