(In 1915 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.)
In trenches cold, the soldiers fight With fear and pain through endless nights The guns are loud, the skies are grey As dreams of peace fade far away They write their words with hearts so sore Of war they hope they’ll see no more.
