The Trembling Tent

Wounded, bleeding
Crying and pleading

Woes of the battle pains
Waiting for the peaceful rains

To wash away the remnants of lost fights
And clear up the miserable sites

Stained by the blood of men, unknowing
Of why this war was still ongoing

No use would it bring
And no anthem would they sing

But the "Anthem for Doomed Youth"
Written by Owen, the soldier poet who realised the truth

This poem is inspired by Alfred Owen's "Anthem for Doomed Youth"