October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves <br />The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood <br />In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves <br />For battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud <br />Of outraged men. Their lives are like the leaves <br />Scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown <br />Along the westering furnace flaring red. <br />O martyred youth and manhood overthrown, <br />The burden of your wrongs is on my head.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-5/
