(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.)
Row upon row lie corpses, cold and still Only cause of mankind’s will Whispers of peace drift through the air Fragile reminders that hope is still there From the ashes, a new dawn may rise A golden sky born as the darkness dies Though Death has written his endless song Life insists on rising strong.
