(In 1915 the Irish poet W.B. Yeats was asked to write a war poem to help raise funds for WWI. He declined. However, he was sparked to write “On Being Asked for a War Poem”, questioning his right to speak on such events.)
They ask for a story with glory, Of a battle fought under the sun. But the war office sends a letter with “sorry”, The table remains empty, no “hun” Their clothes catch dust in the closet, Their voices whisper regret. Their lives for a mere deposit, Their names etched in stone so we never forget.
