MEN ALL BLIND ALL ASLEEP DRUNK WITH HATE AND FATIGUE
Dulce Et Decorum Est - AVE
AVE CESARS OF WAR
MORITURI TE SALUTAMUS
THE GOD OF WAR ANIBAL SILVANUS
THE GOD OF BLISS MANELUS HAPINESS LESS
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched ASLEEP. Many had lost their LIVES and 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.