Their mangled and broken bodies <br />return home in flag draped caskets. <br />Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori <br />while a band plays patriotic <br />hymns for their services rendered <br />and a choir to give them a voice. <br />If I may be so bold to say <br />that I see no sweetness in death <br />nor the acclaimed gloriousness <br />that lyrical poets have penned. <br />what I see is sugarcoated <br />rationale for warmongering <br />dolts. I see no glory in that. <br />Mortem est pretium bellum.<br /><br />Albert Ahearn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-price-of-war-2/
