World War II Peoets
... there lives. Some who even didn’t want to be there. In his poems for example, Disabled, he talks about a soldier who has lost his legs at war sits that regrets going and it shows. He strolls down the street during a parade when there cheering him on without knowing he regrets fighting for his country got him no where in life but on a wheeled chair with any legs. In the poem Anthem for Doomed Youth he talks about how the soldiers went off to war with a parade. They walked down with smiles on the faces but inside it were a good-bye a good-bye forever. While they were at war there was no parade no people cheering and no bells for them just the sound of guns and bombs exploding. In the poem The Last Laugh it explains how soldiers are under fire and some that are hit are crying the Jesus there parents or there loved ones. Siegfried Sassoon hand picks soldiers in his poems and talk about them. In his poem Suicide in the Trenches he talks about a young boy who went to war and into he trenches, which is where soldier dig wholes into he ground to shoot from, commits suicide because he cant take the horror of war. Sassoon also says how the crowed cheered him on and that was it no one cared after he died. He wasn’t important after his death. In Sassoon’s poem The redeemer he talks about how folk go to bed in the warm beds and there comfortable houses when soldiers are all muddy and dirty and are in trenches because they’re in war and nothing is comfortable about it. A gunshot and a rocket on fire hit one of the soldiers, he was so lit up the soldiers said it was like Jesus in an English soldiers outfit with out thorny crown but woolen cap. In Sassoon’s poem DOES IT MATER? Sassoon tells us how soldier who lost their legs and there sight and there hopes that went down the drain doesn’t matter to anyone anymore their just forgotten people in the world. In the poem DREAMER he talks about how soldiers into he trenches think and dream about their wives, a clean bed, and their homes, instead they’re at war throwing away their lives. In his poem THE REAR-GUARD he talks about...